Sorrow and grief;
lies with the one with no soul;
You gaze at me in contempt;
only i know the tempest.
Flee from my paths;
the night will be my guide;
Who art thou to choose? ;
my house forever honour my hood.
I am plagued with sorrow;
you do not decipher where to follow;
Only i know the tempest;
life of guilt and shame.
From a humble start;
the earth lifted her eyes;
For there stood in the night;
a heart with no fight.
Humble beginnings;
hope to be the deliverer;
The wall seems lost;
the Divine never answers.
Off alone on this road;
where perdition smiles and gloat.
Off alone on this road;
only i shall know my goal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem