O'er a lifetime, joyless prodded
Of each of its demands
Fearing's, to be met
Raising to strike, have yet cowered
By this prospect; darkens
For his death's onset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, I agree with my dear Robert, it's very hard to describe but you have presented the concept so precisely....appreciated! !