I lie naked amidst a crowd
Small, but weeping with hands wet
Crows flew, and faltered aloud
Echoed at my statue with no sweat.
Songs of the past chimed in my ears
Friends in my life smiled the last
Along with the water there is tears
And when men remember, the futility of lust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem