A decree was issued and,
I was brought up forward;
But, you denied me of your love!
And now, i am in jail because of you.
Set your home in order and,
Let my sweet love come closer to you;
For, you will hear my oratory!
Even if you turn your face to the wall.
Of your name and,
Of my name in the land of beautiful flowers;
But, my presence in this jail is because of your love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem