had many dreams while I was still young:
be king of the world even corners far-flung,
chancellor, a mandarin of rank loftily high…
now, grown-up, I am only an orderly guy!
where are my wishes going to at all?
reign has already waned thru rise and fall;
palaces are reduced to this attic narrow;
guards irreverent, uncivil, just to harrow.
my dynasty collapsed at a blow;
you, the queen, did not return to the chateau.
have I left in that naïve past drear?
only mossy castles, vestiges of man’s sphere.
too sad, I stir the dim stream to reminisce
see my shadow sink deep down the abyss!
black crows are awaiting my corpse to rise
them to tear the blots and for me to agonize.
an adult, I still remain a little child,
nurture dreams of old times so mild;
still continue to build vainly lordship on sand,
the human heart amazedly to stand.