My previous life wasn’t so fine
In a ditch – like a wife –
Seagulls above –flying high
“what a poor woman she is.”
She found herself wedged into abysmal bliss.
Courageous I, with new strength she survived.
Now I, in a position of high honor.
So don’t you dare?
My previous life wasn’t so fine.
Now I can drink wine.
As I, lay on my sofa so fine.
Thinking, ‘this is my sanctuary.’
Grander day had come my way.
Smiling so, this is a holiday.
Good food and wine around me,
So far away are melancholic nights.
Spread your arms oh! Soul tonight.
My weeping eyes are dry at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem