I hearkened not the voice of the saint.
Repent! Repent! ! Repent! ! !
Like the voice of the roaring lion
Sounding warning of danger around the corner.
My heart sadened with blame
Even in furnace i feel so despair
My heart is fill with worms to devour
And flame of sulphur to quench the thirst.
The watchtowers shouted severally
I heeded not, nor hearkened not
Now surrounded with anguished and hopeless faces
Faces, facing eternal judgement.
I remember my time on earth
I was a mighty man on earth
Money, fame and power bowed at my feet
But with all these, i was emptied.
Clothed in my own immoralities
Suddenly i heard the sound of a warning bell
Waking up from my sleep
I realise it is a warning dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem