How can you, most Forgiving one?
I used to serve you,
Devoting my self to you.
-We were equal.
Picking mortal over me?
Then you regret making them.
How can you make those in your own image?
so their killing you then?
Bereavement reached its utmost.
But-
I affront you... once
And was dribbled out of my home
For what?
Oh most forgiving one
Then you going to allow these
Doomster of hell in my birth home..............mortals?
And I must stay in anguish?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem