May the gods give me the power,
on my dieing hour,
to relinquish the demons that devour.
Disgrace me not.
For the words I have sought have more meaning then they seem.
I'm bewildered by the action of others.
Children and there mother cling together by the fire.
I tip toe down such a thinly braided wire.
I dwell in a place of treachery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem