i raised my head
to the sky
and then i closed
my eyes
i sought refuge to
the one who knows
all
as i tried once
again to weigh thee
on the swaying scale
to judge once and for
all
if you are guilty or
not.
forgive me shortsightedness
May God do all the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem