The question haunts me, 'Why God, why? '
Indeed, this dilemma is my worst surprise.
For life held so much 'til happiness was crushed,
Now I wake to sorrow, loneliness, and such.
The things upon which I relied were pulled from me,
The absence of my support leaves me clumsy.
Unsure of what once seemed so definite,
Promise now seems like no hope's left in it.
If only a warning had come to my ears
And, from all this trouble, I could've steered clear.
If only hindsight had lent me it's eyes.
Instead, one question remains, 'Why God, why? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem