Destroy him while the path is designing your life,
It is a murderer’s stance, and the path is akimbo
Like a crooked path, and a crooked creature has come.
Destroy the man who shall be fortunate over all,
Who stamps on the feet, and hands are always fixed
On the little cross, the bigger crucifixion is about.
We are created for mere experience, and happiness
Has true worth in the sight of heaven, it continues.
We will die before the books are written,
And heaven is the abode of the rich, the famous and learned.
I can not destroy you if heaven is sacrificed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem