Your coldness beats the winter’s snow,
Freezing the every live in it,
Your wrath matches the blazing fire,
Burning the every knot of trust.
Your speech fails the volcanic ruptures,
Scalding every good memory.
Your strength has no matches,
Hurting every loved one.
Yet you smile notoriously,
And called yourself a real man?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
acquiring real knowledge makes a man real.