Well done O Cruel well done
Burn my heart please do burn
If I don't burn my incense
It doesn't emit fragrance
If I don't lit up my lamp
It gives no light in my camp
Well done O Cruel well done
Burn my heart please do burn
When I don't miss you so much
And life is so hard
Then your harmful touch becomes
Your sweetest reward
In fascination and shame
I can't see you so hard game
Please set afire my darkness
By thunderbolts of sadness
Well done O Cruel well done
Burn my heart please do burn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'tis a heartfelt prayer/good poem! ! ! 10