Rejoice My Adversary Poem by Ernest Hazvi Maengamhuru

Rejoice- I despise your rejoicing,
Rejoice my adversary while your mortal soul lasts;
for this is your whole stock and store.
Rejoice, but i will not fall again.
Your fake sympathy and words are in vain;
you fathom my woes a gain. Rejoice my foe.

Rejoice fully, you hypocrite;
Wheat and tares will bud together
But the day of harvest is coming-
The sand in my hour-glass is fast dropping
and through this burrow you will see me groping.

Rejoice, mine adversary while your teeth shine
Steel is slowly consumed by rust-
But you wish my frame had been crushed with metal
You will not let by-gones be by-gones
You keep whispering of the times of yore
I will outlive you, my adversary, God willing.

I will drift away, and have no qualms
I have severed my dealings with you. Jubilantly
i will return to my calm, there lays my balm,
I have brightened my palm with the companionship
of my new-hatched comrade. I am free from hurt,
forevermore.