It's like the flood of discourses
All the lies seem to disperse all around,
and we like careful walkers are passing through the trash.
The fear of being drowned inn;
the yearn to surpass the phase
It is densely deepened in our breathes.
Ah, the life's ladens strangely open to ourselves!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem