Will this plague ever heal?
Will this raid ever halt?
Its cruelty has no mercy
Its eagle talons rending apart my soul
Never ready to fade
Always stopping to stop
As if bound to eternal service
A slave so terrified to rebel
Oh let the day of its birth be doomed
Let its master have immortal chaos
And let him have audible moans
For save this nature I was as snow
But now I reap the fruit of my larceny
And I suffer this social infirmity
As incurable as the lethal syndrome
And the forgone delight now, a lament
Oh how I wish I was blind- to Eve’s Eve
And its twin bulging accomplice
Then return to the owner this nature
And become as a day old child
What a bad trait I stole
For it’s made me a sully
And the blame ever rest on this nature
The very nature that killed the cat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem