There was something harming me
Not embracing me with kindness.
My progeny shall weep over my fixed glance
I held in the picture of my youth.
The mask enlivens my circuitous living
As I pray to the deity that I may survive.
The proposal has happened to adopt me
As a wandering loveliness so adored.
My life, my life is not ruined due to letters
And words in my name, so please me now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem