grandfathers poem, written after release from Soviets 1945

Life and its imposed laws are bewildering
The clever ones, trembling
recognise the inescapable net

that hidden powers
lay before our foot steps
The guilty or the righteous
never know who holds them

never know what steers them
It is difficult to know its meaning
Everyone remains lonely and estranged
Fear is its only gain

Mourning and intoxication and forgetting
rock his courage into sleep
when he has measured the strangeness
and nothing familiar was found

I still found no one sad
But the poet provides consolation
for the many who weep
when he sings of this mystery

Oh, but it remains mysterious
never to be understood and huge
yet the poet describes it
as his most cherished fate