Drenched in my tears, my ink i spend
For life with little right but so much wrong
And each alone with his own spirit fend
In life though short but miserably long
Hurt, my soul doth feel inside
For all pains in life we live by
For though walk we, far and wide
Those things will always be, that make us cry! !
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I would like to translate this poem