It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail...
Desires!...What use is our vain and eternal desire?..
While years pass on by - all the best years!
To love...but love whom?.. a short love is vexing,
And permanent love's just a myth.
Perhaps look within? - The past's left no trace:
All trivial, joys and distress...
What good are the passions? For sooner or later
Their sweet sickness ends when reason speaks up;
And life, if surveyed with cold-blooded regard,-
Is stupid and empty - a joke...
Very deep! Life can be sometimes sad and empty. And in such moment the mind can create something like this, I feel you.
Really deep. Life can be sometimes empty and boring. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been on like 70 different websites and this is literally the only mildy decent poem in the entire universe