The pains irritate the sky
The eyes of the moon is gone
The trees rumbling in sorrow
The sun trumpet in anger
Why men and life exist apart?
Why men perish thou in a hurry?
Why are men in sweet pains?
Why? why? why? Why? Why?
Why do we chew and eat again
Our refuse from the gutter?
Why is life so hard on men?
Why do you exist and breath?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why? ? ? We can never answer all the questions! Why? ? ?