I do some wonder in that I sign a paper
And erase a letter to instrumentally design
A folded envelope that presents itself too early.
I go to the lovers of the rhapsodes,
Those with poetry I must recount and master
With words that wonder at godliness,
My key to the other world is called eternity.
The true calamity is above the heavens and
Earth, fixing a lantern to the edge of health
And then strong seats of good fortune are out.
The story of this new binding is afoot,
Fire and ice seem proud of the apologies
That nature casts on the whole of humankind.
This is the only strong solution to the guests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem