A sad song is in full swing,
The joyous stranger doesn't understand its meaning,
It is completely alien to him,
In course of time....
The sad song becomes saddest
In its rhythm,
Being impatient,
The stranger screams,
But in vain,
The wise vagabond laughs at him,
As he thinks that
The saddest song is the inevitable destiny of this clumsy realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem