Gods may speak against the other tailors,
Ions and atoms, whatever, are stormy.
How does one suddenly grow like clothing?
The areas concentrate with fluid of musk
To show an angry course of behaviour.
My sea of blood and tissue is too large,
They say the burden of the water is itself too much in magnitude.
Gods may sell a bargain to the infinity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem