'you do not touch
the one you love, '
the soothsayers
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 your have
a beautiful soul'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem