Poema - Utak

'What do you fear?
Death is not upon you, my dear.
Women nor men, neither will leer
when at last you drop your tear.
Now, come near, so I can open your eyes.
Now, come here, so I can give you advice.
Start to live, instead of giving up tries,
Live the truth, instead of all that made-up lies'
 (Utak)