We are all born from That dust which we stand on... Our houses are made of it and Our tombs too... Our weapons are made of it and Our food too... We are all created from it and We will be turned into it one day... God creates us greatly to be, but Most of us choose not to be... We fight each other just To get perished, then To be turned into dust and So on... We make a lot of things from that dust We keep walking on it By day and by night, then We turn everyone and everything into Its case... We are all from what we walk on, so Why we turn into those arrogant figures Every now and then... We kill each others just to prevail Aimlessly, but We will be turning one day into dust... It's funny to be from dust, then You kill your brother in some way and Some day one will kill to be turned into dust... One day everyone and everything will be turning into Dust simply because our world will be no more... God will be for ever and ever Whereas we will be no more....
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I would like to translate this poem