Feeble the hands

How faithless
Have I become
Never cared for the heart
Swept it along the flow

O, there; tell me
What for thee
Larded me with flesh

Unwary my ways
O, the hearer
Death or life
Companion thee are not of the two

Open thy veil, O lord
Flare me up!
O, the most benevolent,
O, the merciful!
Make thy presence

Heart in gut is struck
Nose flows profusely
Stoned the gaze stands
The vision blury
Burp in agony

I was fit to be born bovine
Why for humans
Which always plays by thy faith
Why for reason
Which digs dungeon every instant

Feeble the hands
Folded it stands
In thy wait eternal