With abhorrence, regretting the synopsis so uncompromised
Conquest attained, I would love to see that glint in your eyes
My hateful elegance is usually guarded against my disdain
You’d have me over in a day but what of 'equalization's frame? '
In my heart you could never blunder; it’s not you, it’s me I fear.
Sense the defence of a Brazen-wall, against melting molten Steel?
Who'd befriends a destined Woman-child, set to ruin Hell’s play?
Do you ask “what’s the plan, ” that I sacrifice all- for His call?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem