Tempted though yet unbeguild
When I fall upon the miry clay
Soaked with kicks and pricks of thorns
And I break down unable to stand
You will see me on my knees
Singing all the sweet sweet songs
With drum sticks and sweet melodies
Thanking for the gift of life to rise again and see a brand new day
Though the winter comes and strike
with different signs of sunny days
I shall never suffer to complain
Hip hip I'll still feel
Tempted though yet unbeguild
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hands down and without doubt that this was written from the place of inspiration. Please find time to read my new Poems, The Poet and A world without the Poet.