Our Mother wept for us In the breeze of thorns Mother, my epitaph is written In the horizon of graveyard... Bless me... My past has gone In broken dreams My suffering soul Is full of gashes My life is only The shade of sorrow The trial of God Is forgotten and buried... Prays for me... Father, hear my lamentation In the arms of Mother Nature I am doomed for eternity To follow this mournful path...