Words are empty and voices are lost, 
When the mind is deserted, 
And the the coin has been tossed 
Gambled your prethought life away, 
To a futile whim, and a shallow grave
Fortune favors those with the key, 
That has been given to them, though never recieved
Locked is the meaning, and empty the chest
But who am I to tell you the rest                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    