Time, if tis true
That thou art older than we all
Then only to thee can i turn
In this time of woe
Stabbed from behind by a kin by bond
From my pool of tears, he drinks and bath
Chronos may be you are no more
If you still are, make him pay all his days
Even kins scorn me at my plight
keen they are, to see me fall
May be blood is not as pure as we think
If tis, do to them as they to you
Loved itself turned away in disgust
Into a union with bound
May be love is cruel
And if tis not, let venus smile on her no more
Truth shall one day, erase all lies
Spoken against me by bond and love
For my hands are without filth
Time if truly thou art just
reveal me to the world, like you did it to me
Time, tell my innocence for me
For i am now without voice.
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I would like to translate this poem