Why do you scheme harm against me?
For the pool of water is now with blood!
But to stagger like a drunken man is not my style,
And like the muse of your love so hidden without a clue to me.
To reel to and fro on my love,
You have repaid me evil for my kindness;
But one day, the protector of your love will fall!
Then you will understand my works for what i am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem