* Hamartia : A fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero
Don't remember me during your burgeon days, Nor in your triumphant epochals, Drink and dance with high delight to your fill, And never leave your tumbler empty in moonlight.
When there will be no autumn moons & spring flowers, I will come with numerous memorable hours, If not I shall beseech zephyrs of Tisha, To ride back home and give you courage and hope.
Hamartia must be the time when I derelicted, Your silent cries and quite painful screams, If you ask me how much my dolent increase, Just see the over brimming river in the east.
Though drunk with my tears I will lit up the effulgent lamp, Of sophrosyne in the caligo guiding your way back, Though buried with my scars I will always, Will always draw the caim around you.
Hamartia made me a tragic hero in this tale of yours, Neither can stay afar nor can breathe the wind of yours, I write this tristful letter with a great valour from my heart, A letter kept within my books, I wish you could have a read.