A gain my trust pursues is obvious,
Forming effects and subjects.
Destiny shines from the heart of gain,
The demise of a man is too much.
Let gains matter, let them never wrong the wicked
But dissolve their crimes as if in exile.
The end is special for the innocent ones,
Their glory causes us to cry when there is justice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem