my life is a two horse carriage
one is lust and the other is anger
and the driver is my mind
the poets generously will laugh
each one cursorily on his own
is stealing my master rhyme
I long for the times when every one does what he feels
for how long will I envy who I see though they're not real
fake diamonds are where it should be
though it's one step earlier
a lot to be aware of, a lot to be seen
though my mind was raped
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem