Under the sun I state a sign written by you,
It was collected by my inner mind.
Opening this chapter of my life,
I saw too many people in trouble.
The toil of some is so smaller than others,
People like you have no trouble,
Whilst some are in devious belongings.
The house of reason states we love the thoughts
Of our thinkers when thinking is the love.
Trouble is to be a matter of trial,
Trying us in desperation.
Under the sun is a sign from you
Stating that the hearts are never involved with sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem