Mystery consumes my fairy soul
With my hopes dashed within in tiny holes
Life is stolen from me so cold
With the meat I dread all sold
Sold to me in nude
With recklessness of my thickest moods
Vague becomes life to me
As the end I steer with glum to see
Gradual was the pronouncement before me
'Life in gist'
Many questions I asked to answer
Yet many I'll never live to answer
One thing I was to accept
A truth I alone could interpret
Death was before me sold so cold
Sold to me in tiny but mighty holes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem