I was looking at those Holy men,
They are as human as anyone,
White loincloth and the holy ash,
They, in a group, have a vision,
They have nothing to call their own,
Even their body they surrender to someone,
Chanting the names of the soon to meet king,
The sacrifice of them is merely out of kind,
Men and women may renounce earlier or in the end,
Men and women may love to hate earlier or in the end,
Men and women may be wisely foolish earlier or in the end,
Men and women may understand earlier or in the end..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem