Victory is a special sign,
Its management is extra delight,
Resulting from righteous deeds
And words said by strangers.
I enlighten the crowd that sees me,
All the way to Gates.
The fence has erected since the lies and sin,
Now resume the activity of a finish, of a decision.
The afterlife has been ready for servants and angels,
Much glory has arrived because of them.
We as humans shall enter Hell, unless the Lord
Gazes at our skulls and makes us drag a chest and two legs.
More is the victory when managed by the subjects of Paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem