Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.
Let the dead have the immortality of fame,
but the living the immortality of love.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation into a
harmony with the whole.
Life, like a child, laughs,
shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
Life and death have hardly been so vividly etched out in poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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