I Lost My Respect For God That Night

Once upon a time, a dead raven perched,
On the sill of my mind on a gloomy night,
His body is dark like my eyes,
And it was devoid of radiance.

A sad song rose from its beak,
-Ah, the raven was making me cry-
He was shouting like a man with a vestigial pride:
“Blood wets the ground,
Get up from your grave!”

Surely he was as wrong as my pocket watch,
From the tales told by the deceived raven,
It was more real, only my soul.

-I lost my respect for God that night-

Someone enthusiastically started digging my soil,
A flickering torch,
Shaking towards the day I was born,
Making my youth cry with their essence.

They died together in the shadow of the wild,
The moonlight took your life, your fake,
And he gifted my soul his remaining hours,
I woke up in dusty soil from sleepless sleep.

-Mine was a feverish resurrection-
They said it would never end, the time of purgatory
Now all the morning stars are at my command,
And all the coldness of the sky entered my bosom.

What you call life,
Isn't it a long cold?

A thousand years of quarrel with my pale in the same cemetery,
In the shadow of the cypress arm in arm with my salvation,
I felt my heart go away as I cried,
Moral prophets and so on,
where he lives,
To the absence.

A madman was dancing on my side,
Because of the false crown on his head,
He was obviously proud,
“You are not allowed to worship tonight,
No other idol than mine!”

The whole country heard the slogan,
He fled from the rose petals all day long,
He slept on thorns at night.

The music of loneliness,
It was rising in sight,
And nothing more major was allowed.

Sovereigns to beds with demons,
Children were falling to heaven in front of me,
There was an inexplicable strangeness.

When I watch death writhe in shame,
Well, I muttered to myself,
What was Israfil waiting for?