Muse!
Yahweh sent me out to save lives;
With my grey hair.
Life and sorrow!
In your grave;
because of the hatred around us today.
Life in the world!
How can i compare my innocence with all the chains of the hatred around me?
But, Yahweh had sentr me to help others.
Let, goblet!
Found in your sack;
But, why have you repaid my kindness with evil?
Muse!
Maybe it was a mistake;
by loving you,
For, i have now seen the famine around us.
Farming and reaping!
In the land of my muse;
But, enjoy the muse of love with the peace of your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem