How can I be a man whilst my past sin's haunt me,
I never loved all that they loved,
For my conscience and your cup of water is a blessing and a mystery,
For all I thought of you was what you thought of me?
For I thought that this organ's and this function of my soul was for you,
What do you think of me and you?
My poems are not valuable if not for your timing,
This is what you made me right whilst the world people will never fake it,
It was not meant for them but for you as the living man,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem