let the tribulation end, I seek no retribution
malice I don't feel, though destitute I walk
I solicit not the annihilation of my destroyer
for divine is the hand that imparts restitution
if by evil hearts my heart should in turn bleed
I shall not forsake it with avenging thoughts
but with much kindness my tongue will speak
and take no wrong - and so in turn succeed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem