As a rule the washing of the eye is real,
It occurs when training or resolving the life.
My promise interferes on the time of death,
Death and life substitute for each other.
The law for deaths reclines on the thought itself,
The eyes penalize the effort given to issues;
The real men of this golden age are blamed
For the lack of vision and style of writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem