So lost of love and life, still I wander
Mourning alerts the late morning waker
To hear such shrieks begin they gather
Take up my shells of heart and matter
Build again a girl for man to take her
And have her crushed like soulless paper
Just like I she let her love betray her
Mercy come to our entrapper
For he has hurt more pains than either
Though he shows us no kindness neither
Each time anew run back to our heart taker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem