I am scared for my life,
For a spirit has entered my inner soul,
I keep writing poems,
I can't even do anything else.
Not even food do I want for my empty stomach,
Or even water to bath my stinking sing.
I cant even think of why,
Or even how i met this good spirit,
If It wishes to hunt me forever,
May its will be done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem