Open is the road to defeat,
Under the bushes is meat that thrives,
Over the heat is the heart of calamity
And so cares are kept aside.
Offer a reality once to travelers,
Understand the question of authority,
Then relate a gesture of regret,
That shall shake the very recesses
Of the mind, so that soul appears blessed.
My fortune can cause a calamity,
Opening the path to despair,
Yet we pride ourselves in calamity
So that disaster can keep its hounds.
Let them nod and bark like fires
Of this continual life and existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem