Give ear to my parrots
Eyes to my troubles
Nose to my incense and
All to my uplifted hands in sacrifice.
They bring trouble upon me
In anger they cherish enmity
Against me; am in distraught.
At the root of the rogued
cross i lay hungering for
Salvation from your sanctuary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem