Why! Such chaos in THY realm pious
Created like a garden fantabulous
But now!
The waste land of miserables,
Lacking the rain to grow spiritual,
Alas!
Grief characterizes all in THY realm!
Those who are born, are destined to suffer,
Left to be sunk in
Dark and filthy well unfathomable,
Echoing the screams of the deplorable,
Resounding echoes of victims' grim gurgle.
Why! Such chaos in THY realm pious!
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I would like to translate this poem
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