And I said;
'Ponder not, but trust me to return power to your gloom'.
The bridge is broken,
Now I stare my numb gaze;
As I wonder in the midst of royalty and slavery.
They speak not in the way of human,
But through their art,
The water creatures mourn my tears;
But who do I assign, to tell the tale? .
'I prithee, permit me to bid my wall, farewell.
Descend! , go tell the son of man,
Of my new abode'.
Whispers! , tearing me apart;
Into the world of unconsciousness.
Indistinct chatters! ,
Driving me towards the path of sub-consciousness.
I have spent the last of my wealth,
Aye! ,
I ascend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem