Life
Hsu Chih-Mo

Gloomy and sombre, like a venomous serpent crawling,
Life leads you to a narrow corridor:
Once you are there you only can go forward,
Fingering the clammy ooze on chilly walls.

Struggling within the bowels of a devil,
No gleam of light is visible above.
What hope, under the burden of such terror,
What hope for the soul beyond its perishing?