The heart bears no pain 
in the hands of passion
All that was given was 
taken away in the name of compassion
The mind has no control over
destiny's planning
All that comes around is 
a mere likelihood or understanding
The body carries the burden
of soul to outlive
All that is chosen to support 
the structure is compulsive                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    