Of all pains
that seize us,
sooner or later
we choose one
and let it
pour into us
to cast our
spirits. That is
our fate,
the self-casting pain;
that is our innermost
essence and form.
Translated by Doris Kareva and Andres Aule
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely encapsulated in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Doris.