Truly, souls are unearthly and godly,
Maktub—only the gods can smite or heal our souls.
I was delighted in the pleasure of loving you, so tenderly.
I was too obsessed to making you my sole goddess.
Truly, souls are divine, and only the gods can feel its essence.
Truly love is sightless—in the most veneering way.
I gave my soul, to my athena— deity of my initiation,
On this alter of romance.
A goddess of my scathe,
The curse—I crowned my soul,
I gave her my soul and she pierced it.
Truly, love has proven to be the loophole,
To afflicting our souls.