Haze Poem by Sultan Maulana Akbar

Free, I was
King, I was
Torn, I was
Lover, I.

Apace it bloom forthwith the soulless become soulful
Freedom snatched but my wounds are healed
'Tis uncertainty who trap me in hollow
'Tis either mountain of bliss or sea of remorse
A leap in the dark, shall I take?

The answer lies within the heart of venus
Warmest place I've ever been
O! Darlene what else can I say
Might never been there again.

Or might I(?)