The cold winter is as real as sunny summer.
So is a nasty ditch beside the cleanest road
And jealousy lurking in the corner of enchanted eyes
Like the heart that smiles sweet to hide its load.
Yet to move along with this earthly life
To raise and taste its bitter sweet wine
Is but destiny to us- and these perhaps
Makes man´s story so eternal and divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem