Lost like sheeps were the poor sweet girls
They are as dear as if were pearls
To search for them will leave the rest
Who's the shepered that guards the nest?
They were lost as tiny a pin
This insane act, to God a sin
We're drowning in rivers of tear'
We squint at night in pool of fear
Our hearts are warmed by shawls of pain
What manner of joy can they gain
From torments that heralds the dawn
Did you forget tables will turn?
What goes around will come around
It's inevitably profound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem