Hush my queen
Day will come to stand still
And glories shall be yours to peel
Your brain has risen
From the profane dreads of wondrous insults that are man driven
Glitch your impulsive shame
That their dim ego led in coffins to shape
Hush
I know the world rained
Inhumane stains
That care for your heart’s health form
And the soil you now tread upon
Grew insolent turmoil of shadows
Those in your brains left hollows
The grain has lashed a typical criticism on your soul
Hush
Rest your being from which stories will be told
Of beauty and of sins
But their deeds
Will fade with the mark of your true theme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem