Spoiled but virtuous.
You can tear me into parts or stained my hands with blood,
You can slice me to pieces
Like the oven bound grasses
But will only meet resilience of a mounting flood.
You can fill my ears with subtle words of your soft voice,
You may try in vain to sway
My undaunted gut off way,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem