Ah! My darling, it has taken aeons; To formulate my moans, my tears of blood; To astonish the world of my true knowledge, I had to bear assaults and atrocious troubles. My simplicity and truthfulness annoyed the ignorant, ill-bred, And they crafted more barriers in my modes. Apathy of my adored masses towards me, Awarded my antagonists finger to rib me. I wish I lived in burning barren region. In seclusion, and like Sita grieve my fate. That was also disallowed, I was thrown, To the sharks to eat me at my day and night. My sin was to assert my love to my people and land; My feeble condition only deceived me, to have sinned.
(photo credit: The Jerusalem Post)