According to an alien's brain you are a cautious man,
Love has appeared from the loving arms of creation;
The brain of a human is full of innocence eloquent,
Yet their systems are faulty and need repair of rises.
Blowing into the rising stream, a gas appears
And contains us with hissing and missing.
One glows in this alien spirit, like ladies of the stars,
Linking with light as it leaps and learns.
Opening an offering is like offending the offal's message,
Mighty igniting is internal and alert.
By this way an eternal squawking and squeaking reminds
Me of sights sinful to the soul that has size.
The aliens are full of sounds that appear to be sound,
Yet these brains are full of faults that find and fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem