of world of retinues,
mourning death,
cry tumult,
pain weakness,
earth from under legs,
not-diged,
and grave
you are in a hurry,
nowhere - anywhere,
anywhere at all,
if only farther,
you won't escape,
it will catch up,
even, ahead of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is flowing, while reading. Very interesting I like it.