Forced Prostitute.

Why is this misfortune my friend,
Why my life has become a puzzle,
If this forced hem has been clear,
I would have made this brothel a courtyard,
My love would have been only my God,
This body would have not been sold
And sobbed in the aspect of buyers,
None understood the value of my heart,
The body came after being killed by many lusts,
You will feel my sigh and pain O' God,
Why have you made me a forced Prostitute,
Which of my birth have you taken revenge for,
Have mercy on me now, pick me up now..............