'Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.'
A VAGABOND between the East and West,
Careless I greet the scourging and the rod;
I fear no terror any man may bring,
Nor any god.
The clankless chains that bound me I have rent,
No more a slave to Hope I cringe or cry;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem