Good to hate not, better not to hate.
Best to hate not, and forever not to hate.
It's worst to hate not, and later hate.
The options are there.
Bitter is the turning point,
The pains are dear,
The pains for remedy yearned,
Yet, elixir most bitter yielded.
Goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem