A grave hunger gnaws at my being
Potently flowing from Desire's non-stop spring;
Thoughts of romance and sex envelop me
As a ship is swarmed by tides from the sea.
There still remains the question:
Shall I surrender or continue waging war?
I either must acquiesce to temptation
Or battle on as I have before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem