What else can I do?

I pity myself who had been a slave

To unfounded beliefs, who had prided

On vanity, who had justified my wrongs,

And who had done petty things for paltry gains.

I pity myself who had believed

Each of praises got from everyone,

And who loved every woman as though

She had not loved other than me.

I pity myself because I don’t know               

 What else I should do for the wasted life.

 19.01.2004