Tune Of The Disspossesed Poem by Anastasia Rhobolonskaya

If you meant me for a martyr,
Why the early morn of bliss?
If you meant for him to leave,
Why that soft, soft kiss?

Am I to dance,
And smile at the sun?
Or eternally bleed,
And from shadows run?

Why did you let me love them so,
If only to tear them from my life?
Why let me hope and dream,
If only to be abandoned to strife?

And is it right to laugh,
Or am I to cry?
And should I try to fight on,
Or let myself die?

What purpose have I, Lord?
Is my course over and run?
Do you wish more from me?
Has life again begun?