sorry my dear beloved, the hassle I give,
worried myself, the Imperfect you shame makes
me powerless to face the journey I wish I could
reach, the slash of my pie, turn me to pieces of
goodbye in your lasting memory
oh! come nature that brings the beginning
of returning back to the Home of my birth, lean
me the cripple strength that I possess and guide
my ways to the special direction of endless walk
of life; the stepping that shows me tendering the
halo of my profane entity
oh! hear my cry, as the cruel battlefield of life,
review my beautiful wounds of the past, horrified
and terrify the pondering light of the forgiveness
engulf my solemn heart of promise, nay, I give my
handicapped to the Devil’s eyes that treasure my
healed soul
wish to ruin my farewell, as my lonely heart
touches your tendering tears and never silent my
destiny, for you sees nothing. but a sobering
sinful soul of returning home in your arm
brilliant my drops of tears and hold to the vessel
of salvation my Lord and my God ……
Aon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem