| Oh giver of sorrow & slavery!,
May you even beg for hatred.
In the barren life of loot,
May you long to see even your enemy.
Being free, I used to dance with angels,
May you set me free from your prison.
Songs of love I used to whisper,
May your harsh tongue, let me warble.
Oh giver of sorrow & slavery!,
May you even beg for love of enemy.
I trusted you for better outcome,
May you forgive me for being innocent.
You had your own schemes in hand,
May you keep me away from entanglements.
I request for freedom from you,
May you spare me from this hell.
Oh giver of sorrow & slavery!,
May you beg for death.
With folded hands, genuflecting, I pray,
May God take your unnecessary cloak back.
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