'you do not touch
the one you love, '
the soothsayer
tells him, 'you will
turn into a snake
and you cannot help
but bite love to
death'.
'but why me? ' he asks
and the soothsayer closed
his eyes
touched the magic ball
again
and from there had
this to say
'you are designed to
suffer
because you have
a beautiful soul'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem