The Tale of a Helpless Soul
Oh to my life tale
Mystic errors affirmed.
The trust of fatherhood beguiles
My little breast.
Oh to my life tale
Trust thus father sunk
To my sanctity in valour
And made away my pride
Bulling in tempest
Not to let known
And if not hell saddles my tale.
Oh to my life tale
The mountainous belly I own
Testifies of his power
And no more could I conceal else.
On a lonely eve
While the little birds
Sang their sweet memorable songs
Of acrimony and reconciling them
In sonorous ending
I took to end it all
But god-like hunter
Took my plight
And bided me home alive
All to my life tale
I lived in languor
Of a father’s crime
Upon a helpless daughter
But someday I must go the way I plea.
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