Stupidity, how many mouths have you fed
And how many masks sweetened!
How many spirits barred with rusty taste.
To know false flattery,
To smell infertile life;
Mirrors to the wolf
Galleys on lies, in trance.
But I know that naked truth is a dressed lie,
Magnificent urge watching the ruins.
In the age of false tongue
Without weapons and prow
I cannot conquer the world with symbols of certainty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the age of false tongue Without weapons and prow I cannot conquer the world with symbols of certainty- beautiful poetic lines i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks for sharing..