In my mind is a thought, that betrays
Nobody, that portrays a background
To the soul, that pierces and shouts
With blurred vision.
In my soul, there is a tragic event,
And there is a deathly command,
For my wishes are met by the God,
And He is All-Seeing.
In this universe, I shoot the stars
With my hosts and guests that litter
The unfortunate sky like a melody
Fit for the kings.
My mind is scarred and my vision is
Lost to the orders of the cosmos,
Like a felony has been muttered,
Dying is the reality around me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem