The muse of lust,
Like a crab eaten in secret;
The muse of life,
Like the ways of lust hidden in the dark;
The muse of your works,
Like black ants foraging about;
Foray!
Foraging about;
Aging, foraging!
And, to emancipate yourself from hallucination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem