A-im at the holy city,
L-ife eternal is in store;
Y-ou still have the chance,
N-ever ignore the heaven's door.
E-arly in the morning,
S-ay goodbye to the moon;
T-ime to reach the sky,
O-n the fourth of June.
S-tart searching for the truth,
A-llow your eyes to see;
T-hink of the promised land,
A-im at the holy city.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem