In time of holding your face with my hands
My fingers tremble
That feels shaky because of
The mistake—not a single but numbered
That has been committed and may be again.
In time of holding your face with my hands
My fingers tremble
Then I heartily pray not for your pardon
My heart whispers, give me the strength
Not to repeat mistake again
In the sphere of greed and lust
Let show me light as soon as fast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My heart whispers, give me the strength Not to repeat mistake again In the sphere of greed and Let show me light as soon as fast. very clear and simple are your thoughts full of emotion. thank u dear poet. tony