Not allowed!

Now to knock at his door 

I am not allowed guys! 

On whose wish I were 

Ready to shed my blood

He has Stopped me now

Even to stand up at his door 

Whose diplomacy is famous 

Happening across the city

He feeds me daily

Glass upon glass now 

filled with his anger 

And a glass is a glass 

One ultimately gets

Used to it! 

Now in whose blood

My own glass 

I find! 

18 January 1998