Tyrant   Soul                                                                                                        
        How will you lament ; my soul
        When you know it's my own foul
        How  long  will  i   cry
       Where  no   one   can  decry
       You  are  the teacher of my life
       Warned out my body by your knife
        My  heart   my  monarch
        But  now   just  as  parch
       My patience my confidante
       But now just non obstinate
       I forsook my glory
       Only you remained accusatory
      For you have burdened me with love
     Which i can not bear with out tear
     You my soul ; rejoice in afterlife
      But my body suffers before it even arrives
     You rise towards heights,attracted by heavens
     But this body plummets down by the gravity ravens
     You my soul ; rich with your wisdom
     But this body destitute by it's degree of freedom
    You proceed in the silence of night to beloved
    And this body remains martyr of well loved
                  Have mercy my soul
                   It's my own foul