The angels cry with peace, peacefully and directly,
So God who created them and their wings also cried.
God’s unique work implied clever secrets to uplift his appearance,
God spoke so forgivingly over us, He spoke to the whole city.
The city that angels drive are working too fast,
Their employer is God, who loved the way they are fast.
Humans created those innocent beings in the mud and earth,
Each human propelled the angels towards the Kingdom so dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem