O my God!
What a miss!
I took shaft
For precious wheat
I was deluded
By vanishing dream
Oh my God!
What a pain!
To be insulted
By whom I preferred
What a pain!
Of losing gold
The best of all shade
I left in delusion
In the fiery sun
No place to run
No where to hide
What a confusion!
I now hiss
When it woe
Gangue for gold
Oh my God
What a miss!
None to woo.
(to Veen)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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