The things in life, no matter when,
Are covered behind uncertain thrusts,
They bid you towards where you shouldn‘t go-
Because, after all, - "You Must…. you must! "
Look, no matter if you're soul lifts weights
Making you strong, sure and well-fed,
If that crosswalk light says, "Red's up ahead! "
Halt and think- so you don't become dead! "
Think it over, your Life can never can start again
Once your finish line has been diligently ordained,
"Purgatory" is not just a valedictory but could be an actual place
where the loss is not only one's fame-but also what remains.
So, stay away from that roiling river
And don't you get suffocated in all of its muck
Dear boy, you want to maintain enough to achieve a great name-
But however it works out-
Don't expect much!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem