My friends are in an understanding that we are men
Who assert a proud act to be swallowed like food.
My friends ready themselves against danger as well
As adventure, foregoing actions of the religious nature.
My friends, and my enemies see eye-to-eye,
And they become loved by the darkness and light.
Nature has not only been the resident of their hearts,
But existence itself will bury itself and its shroud
Causing upheaval and stigma, and also arrogance
Evaporates into the air for our breathing to exist.
My friends are not arrogant, but never will food
Exist for those in turmoil and disorder, forgetting
My friends is like forgetting food and order.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem