All you ask for when your in this state of mind is solace,
But all they give you is privation,
It may be fortuitous,
But still they act impenitent,
How did you ever learn to deal with your melancholy?
Oh iget it it's just became a vital sustenance.
They preclude for you to get your solace,
But really did you ever think to go to your cloister?
It may be the only time to be in your imperturbable state of mind,
It's only provisional though,
So for now take this time to introspection yourself,
And ask is it really them or you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting. I like this, it's very 'real, ' I admire that.