I'm grounded by an-
afflictionate angelic being-
once again with eight burning-
coffins.
With no virtuous heart, I'm -
gasping and hoping for the-
presence of Reprive seeing-
that I'm standing in the midst-
of malicious fire.
I'm finally verging on the cruciation-
eternally.
'Forgiveness is no where to be found when he -
camouflages the right path of life.'...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem