Amfortas's heart is always aching,
because he has commited sin!
He met with Kundri laughing, scoffing
And he betrayed his God by this.
He's punished and his whole country
We all - are Body of One Christ.
We need a Sacred Christian bowl
And need a Virgine to save us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am so taken by YOUR Wagner poems, they are helping cross a threshold - from narrative to prayer. That's what I sense in this poem: you tell the story of Amfortas's rash, vain, really stupid attack alone against Klingsor castle but it is Kundry who defeats him - and at that moment in your poem at line 5 the poem becomes a hymn