I will not pine for you
When I am taken to a place
Better then anyone could ever dream
But I pity you that
Your own insolence will
Obliterate you on that day
The impudence will well up in you
As it has in me
You will feel unaided and fearful
Someday looking for what has left
For once, you will beg from me and
I shall pay you no heed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do like that last line 'I shall pay you no heed'. It is memorable