THE POET’S CRY FROM THE PRISON HE DIED IN

Farewell O life, farewell O world!
Ploughed with poison, soaked with tears,
Ground with flesh, kneaded with blood –
O dreamworld strangling me for food.

Executioners, what is your joy ?
O jailers always watching me,
What kind of heart or soul have you ?
What ‘heart’ is you cannot know!

In my whole life I never laughed,
From birth till now just misery
And bitterness, tears and lament –
Such is the time that I have spent.

God, how can you bear to see the ruin
‘Your’ creatures make of what you made ?
Or have you handed your control
To any strong man with no soul ?

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