They smell the grass and enlighten their lives,
They feel the harsh water of the livid sea,
They fight and tighten a raft after the record,
And then the fists are turned in the direction
Of a fight, this sight is awesome like the night.
These philosophers enlighten a holy man
Whose wise air is a burden to the wholesome man,
But a holy man inspires outward abilities,
Like the faint postures and living memories,
Like the man whose learning is a fraction of meat.
What kind of people meet the smells of a college
And ransack the houses of the adventured souls?
Kindness occupies the seasons of livid rage,
For their stars are out there in the galaxy,
Loathing the future in all its fears and shares.
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I would like to translate this poem