I am being tortured
By my servants.
My sorrows
Beyond measure,
My heaven is
No more with me.
I am suffering a lot
Not by natural calamities,
But by artificial obstacles
Created by my own men.
Here I am, still
With my pleasant thoughts.
Here I am, still
With the truth, with love.
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