Strange are the ways of this world
All selfishness, all hypocrisy
Is there no place for honesty and truth?
No, certainly not for none is in its need
Sacrifice no value, goodness no chance
Virtues discarded in this strange world
None cares, no time to think a moment
That this world, they stay in temporary
Each one wants to live in happiness
That flees leading to endless misery
None feels this world is absurd and abstruse
To be born is to die, to live is short
What a mad pursuit after pleasures?
What a short sightedness in this world?
What endless struggle to live in
A fantasy, false propensity and pelf?
None cares others, none loves others truly
A false pretension, a mask of self delusion
Struggling, suffering, hankering are life
pursuits
On the pedestal of selfishness in sacrifice of self
Strange are the ways of world
Still strange is human life
A boat wayward, a body heedless
A breathing carcas, a sinking ship
To sail to the land an unknown destination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life growing on the dirty soil.