From a far away sunny Korea
he came to the land of paradise.
The angelic kids are walking here
and are catching the stars on their flight.
Their resources from the sky are endless,
and they do not want to work a lot.
And the monsters wanted once to maim them,
but one cannot take the saints from God.
Ten spheres in radiance much deeper,
the light fades when shutting in itself.
Hell - is just a thought: it could be better.
Paradise - a thought: it is the best.
It could not be better than in Russia,
for someone who lived here for so long.
On the threshold of a step to altruism
how much God presented you - recall!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good to hear you expressing brilliantly again!