A cry has awakened by all,
Form of creature known to man.
Itself the feather is like itself,
But this weeping will always be definite.
The leading of a life is sacred
That demands of money are embedded.
So raise a cheer to the new occasion
Of earliness please be on the position.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful words... thanks