Invisible chains are unbreakable.
Steel can rust, melt or break, but the shackle
Self-forged in the mind is unshakable
By any but he who enslaved his own soul.
Some thoughts are cement, to harden the mind, 
Some arguments grit, to seize the machine; 
Some visions are meant to render us blind, 
Some speech serves solely to hide what words mean.
Who makes himself slave, others cannot free: 
You can't flee the plague if you are the plague.
Blind narcissists will not suddenly see
Their own shriveled eyeballs in a mirror vague.
The hardest thing, and the simplest too; 
Strike down the tyrant that lives within you.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    