Though is so fullest of pride so finest in mind
Rough to see thee, for a relief to be in need
Thee's soul shall be free and strong over all
Had thee asked the reason of a such they sell
Yet they of smoking of drinking thee convince
Since customer a companion in thee they see
The body for seconds enjoy as smokeruns
That joy of now through deficiency of lungs
In nature for thee's soul to freshness refined
Dilemmas are made for tobacco to be sold
Thus in the mother shelter we ourselves find
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I would like to translate this poem
The soul in need find solace in things that it does not need unless help comes. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.