It is not your truth nor your willingness to truth that martyrs
A man when he is in a state of bravery that excels others.
It is the best of options to suppress the falsehood of criminals,
If it is the tests of others then we must succeed in the mornings.
In the evenings we must change our minds and fail regardless,
For the cliffs are higher than the valleys, and the mountains are
Stronger than the buildings, each of us has walked forever in
This world of war and weapons to see the truth of success.
My thought is concrete like the philosopher whose acts are his
Speech, that hurts a soul if carried too far, for he forces the eyes
To see the dangers lurking at the hearth of hundreds, of thousands
Who object to ceremonies of life and death, cemented acts of bravery.
It is not your religion that abstains from the suffering, but the soul
Exercises a reality of swiftness and compulsion, of sweetness and
Pleasure, if the truth of the day is to be met with the nose of wisdom,
If the truth has been the wise healer of this day and age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem