The opium of life has
Taken him in its hold
He takes in all its colors
Red, green, grey and gold
He has climbed and descended
So many hills and valleys
That each hill thrills him
With a glimpse of its peak
Each valley shows him the way
To another hill far away
He knows that this will be so
Till he comes to his final rest
The opium of life has him
Fully in its control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fascinating poem about opium of life...liked it