Then in duty they fall and praise,
Optional deeds surpass the multitudes;
These crowds are the masses,
Their voices surrender to the hatter.
Hoist the sins as if you transgress,
Cities of roundness are circular.
Let these voices spring and deliver
The knowledge of a forgotten past.
Love has enveloped the majority
Of thinkers and philosophers.
Loves unite to desperately find
The families of virtue, the virtues
Of divinity, and the virtues blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem