I will not labour in vain
In my toils, I will build spirit castles
And leave the physical for the kings
I will build that which enters
My grave with me
And leave the one which encumbers my grave
For the yawning world.
I can not hold two things
That make me stray in my passage:
Sins and the labour for the physical
I will shed all and fly on
The wings of my spirit
It may have been a rugged road
But in the end freedom comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem