Why need you fear the wrath of Heaven, why?
The GOD is understanding, so they say;
And if, indeed, you spoke no truth the day
You vowed you loved me-it it was a lie,
You spoke such falsehood full aware that I
Would wounded be if love came not my way.
Think you the Heavens know it not? They say
The GOD is just, so why repentant sigh
And for their pardon pray? To spare me pain,
You lied. Speak now that falsehood once again-
And always, Love. And make me thereby, Sweet,
From pain forever freed; my joy, complete;
Or, give it a truth-wouldn’t that be better still?
For then, forgive you Heaven surely will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem