Humans are both wise and stupid creature.
Thanks to bloody folly we do ever suffer.
We let our hurt mind play in an open snare.
Lose heart to a killer`s noose in a gala fair.
We take to recurrent bull-fool songs.
Madly rush to quicksands and mucky ponds.
We lick our wounds till they are healed.
And love to love the castle cards-built.
We jump to catch a pie in the sky.
On a thud we sob or bitterly cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem