The beauteous tiara of is-
seen no more seeing that-
clouds of rupture is gathering-
in the enamoring sky.
Thunder of malice is heard once-
again by the creatures of benevolence-
and infatuating lands verge on the point-
of rampage as the catalyst is about to-
be seen by naked eyes.
The monster with green eyes will soon-
be summoned to the earth in the act of-
affection of my life incites the wild fire that-
has been loaded within his heart for a millennium.
'Envious Fire may burn graciousness into ashes
sometimes.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem