Life is a rejoicing paradise full of grief.
It is a dancing candlelight amid the gale.
Life is a like a day so short and brief.
It is a sweet sad adventurous tale..
Life is but a narrow-hurdled subway.
We all bear mortality's indelible mark.
Rest, we all seek or alas the day.
When our visions shall grow dim and dark.
Here we are, dining with time.
Our mistress and friendly sorceress.
She needs no gold nor dime.
She is our lady and compulsory mistress..
So, let it be read and above that known.
That I shan't stoop like a wetted flower.
But yearn for heaven to save my bone.
I await wholeheartedly, I await the hour..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem