I came to blame my Age times several
For not of my degeneration warning me
Yet in my heart felt I
That to Age I was shifting my own guilt:
And my Brain on this pondering
Made me realise the guilt I had
And that I had to bear and suffer for
As condign punishment for my faults.
I wept, I suffered and I mourned
At which Age seeing this it forgave me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem