The cold day cannot dry out the warmth of my heart
it cannot disembody my limbs or head apart
But a simple man can burn out my flame
A simple man can make my body lame
What a shame to womankind i have become
A woman, like me, to this world is not welcome
Burn me alive, for im-but a waste of life
Break off my head with the sharpest blade or knife
Dont bother to burry me by the holy church
Leave me by the old tree, by a rock to perch
And dont tell anyone what my name was
Or what has lead to my final cause
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem