Kay Hassan
Pray in me, dear goddess,
Don’t break me down into dusts
I am a mortal who for thy joy
Had hit his way to the shores of Troy,
Leave me not in the middle of the oceans, .
I am nothing,without thy lust; dear goddess,
Even with all those holy shields
Never had readied to burn Troy,
It is you who had breached the law,
To make in me a war-libertine's claw ,
Live in me and rhyme your song,
I am dearer than thy pilgrims,
To seek remedy in your temples,
Kiss thy Black-est Stones*
Or taste the Eucharist* - bread
Play not with my few years
They are dusts of your sins.;
Will be then
dwindling on a thousand altars,
Even if I grow the wings of Pegasus ,
Or was honored by the company of Odysseus;
Tho' 'm not in step with thy peers
Listen to my diamond tears,
They are echoes of Troy's years ..
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