As I walked through the hallway
Without a shining light of the day
Both left and right gave no way
I looked like a sheep gone astray
There I stood in front of the door
Looking all bartered and poor
Ill-mannered with unpleasant odour
A soul the world tagged a boor
There goes the gate opened wide
I dropped my weight and pain aside
I sought to run to the side and hide
But with me all along was my pride
My ego kept me back again
The thought of my worldly gain
Made me choose to refrain
Again my future left uncertain
Turning aside from the gate
All my life full of hate
A prison I myself did create
Where all my sorrow did accumulate
Then the wind began to blow
Away with it I wanted to flow
From all my pain I wanted to go
But then it stopped and I in sorrow
Then came this man all in white
His face shining as a star so bright
I never imagined so great a light
Could conquer the darkness my night
Towards me he bent and said my child
Enough of your life so dark and wild
Walk with me and I your guide
Till you are perfected as a bride
From bondage of sin I was free
With his blood he paid the fee
Praising the Lord on my knee
I exclaimed: This is my season of jubilee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A prison I myself did create, good writing, thanks.