the famous and rich finally
arrives
at the point when he discovers
that no one really loves
him true,
and this makes him what he
really is: poor, unloved,
miserable,
soon he will be added in the
list of those who being so unhappy
takes his own life with his
very own hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much truth in these words, no amount of wealth will give a man his soul, and no gold will save anyone when deaths knocking at the door.