Lot Essay
Free translation of the poem:
For so little I do not break my heart
May misfortune blow like cold winds around me
I am the good fortune itself. On my forehead is
written: The sun cannot cry for a moment.
He who wants to kill the sun has to surrender he sees what is strongest.
See colour illustration
For so little I do not break my heart
May misfortune blow like cold winds around me
I am the good fortune itself. On my forehead is
written: The sun cannot cry for a moment.
He who wants to kill the sun has to surrender he sees what is strongest.
See colour illustration