Gods do believe in tragic episodes
In your life, your job never created them,
Nor did the chest of treasure, the codes
Are in the fear of being discovered, like the gem.
Tragedy spoke to godly men who spoke highly,
Gruesome speech is above the struggle,
This word is forgotten and its ability,
But we are the crowd with which to mingle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem