The sooner I die.
The sooner I die
The better, my dear.
I pray to You
My dear, to forgive all.
I am receiving here
The fruits of my past actions
And nobody is responsible
For anything done, I know
each and everybody is an
Instrument in Your hands.
O my dear, It is my misfortune
That I am adopting in this life
Foul means, falsehood and fraud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very difficult to engage in this world without some loss of innocence; I totally relate.