After a while I keep still
And search me in his mind
To the man who played-out
The character of cowardice,
Bah! Why me ‘Father’
Becomes a man in me
But I can’t name me
To be the lord of the house
Built in the eyes of sands
For so long now
I have to go and forget him
Even cut his brain crystal after crystal
I can’t find my name,
But why ‘Father’ he chases me
Wherever I go there he knows
I have to keep the crystal now
Tired of seeing faces that
Of no name like me
In the middle of the sand
The house of the lords
But cannot be for me ‘Son’
I have to go on my own
I know ‘Father’ you sent me
To the place for me beyond the sea
To find a name for me
And a house made of rock
With me the eternal ‘Son’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem