English Poetry Utmost Confidence

Because of your coquetry, oh beauty, suspicion of grief never arose,

Saying of chief is that, fire-radiator, breath, has not become.

Sorrow is very darling, often drink tear-drops too,

But victory is still eluding, in between has never come.

Heart is tongue-less, then revelation of fact how can happen,

Still waiting for the kindness of conqueror, to me, yet to come.

How can I show my gratitude, by going near the frenzy,

But the end of test of the eccentricity, still has not come.

Being a heavy-drinker, when became restless, went there,

Alas! energy of the heat in the Master's tavern, still not come. 

Only one single unique wrong step, goal is searching for me,

But from the mouth of blemish, "May God Protect" has not come.

At last guide robbed him, while he was approaching the goal,

Generosity has showed utmost-confidence, still half-dead he has not become.

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