Comes a little what known is Agony
Tis' She thought was a hair of care
A serpent to the tree of a raging belief
No grasp of care and no soul to share
Asleep she climbs the shaft on top
The thoughts lay down no cover and bare
No pillars of marble, lust and love
The winds of void her Pearls did stare
"O Lord of pain, twinges and hope
To Thee implores a soul no spare
Thy sleep on mast of Tops unholds?
A song of gloomy singing prayer? "
"O Lady of misery, pain and gloom
A word of pledge with you I swear
No sails of mast beneath my play
A thorn of trust will your issues tear"
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem on tree, love and God. Nice expression. Thanks for sharing.