There is a Calvary of the mind
Where the sufferer can trace neither
The familiar light of sun or moon;
Nor the vast blue empire of sky.
O it is a starless place where one
Can only feel the incessant heat;
And perceive the endless dusty road;
And implacable contours of bone.
In nightmares we drag our crosses there
Like lame, ragged beggars dying of thirst.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem