See me,
I am luckless mortal.
By the injustice of
Circumstances,
I suffer.
But see me
I am out of fear.
Give a touch tender,
And devotion
Not altered.
Be a truthful writer
And say things clear.
Luckless mortal though,
I am, I feel cheer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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