You did me a favour, I was grateful, then you
reproached me for having to do it, I guess that
means although you did it, it doesn’t mean
anything... Good deeds only ever count when
we willingly do it without reproaching, berating
or blaming the person for whom we did it... I’m
sorry you ever had to take such pains to help me,
sincerely hoping your anger and ire will prevent
you in future from expenditure of energy on
someone as unworthy as I am – then no more
reproaches, blaming me for everything, thank
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. Enlightening as ever, Margaret. best care, sjg~~