I hold and hold;
Thy hate against thines heart;
And if one is knocked;
The other; dies.
No matter how I hold thee;
Or how thy soul outgrows desire,
There never was or will be;
Weeping; weeping, near the fire.
Leave all fear behind thee,
And take thy soul from out the breast,
And thy heart should do what others must,
To work for greed; for lust; regret.
Bow your head and rest with thine,
I must; I must, until the fires die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leave all fear behind thee, And take thy soul from out the breast, fire as a great symbol here in this poem . just love ur poem dear poet. tony
Thank you Tony I appreciate the Comment