Then I asked her(Ma'hulika)
You often misinterpret me,
And I never tried to say
Father leads me
Into the way of darkness and so
Rather I follow
The path of truth that He preaches.
Ma'hulika smiled and said
When and where my friend
Did I blame you?
I stretch my hand with a bucket of rose
And said, it is the way to propose
Proposal for reading one more time
What I have written 'In the prayer of mine'
At once she turns her face
And a gloomy cloud covers the place!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's not like that. I'll get back.