I have lost my faith and drifted away.
My zeal has all gone and I cannot pray.
The church is an anathema to me
and is the last place that I want to be.
Those many years in which I attended
are forgotten now my faith has ended.
Something in me has diminished and died
and as it disappeared I wept and cried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem