It is depressing to witness a man mulcted of his self and succumbed to others' will
When neither has he lost his potential nor his potent standing.
Yet his ecstatic soul is constrained by earthly mortal thinking—
Of manacling free minds to the prevalent considerations still.
Why is it that free minds, brilliant free minds, must give up their prevalence
To harness not their true potential but emulate worldly influence?
This feeling of success, wealth, and stance is nought more than a shroud,
For it is concealed in the barriers of jealousy, hatred, and trickery of the crowd.
Every being, in its ultimate self, will turn effete once the burden of expectation up-spikes.
It is the meaning of life, it is the meaning of bliss
To cast off pleasures, to incinerate evil, and to face the crisis.
Embed in your memory, that in life your entire fate a sole action determines.
Seek the foretold paradise by the fabled and inner-inscribed means,
And find yourself in heavenly blissful themes.
Look up, not to the horizon above, but to the horizon beyond—
That holy bond with God that the Devil wills you to abscond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem