Life is death as much as the pen that moves,
Willing the objectives to be accomplished,
Winning the prizes of those conjectures.
My life is an easy thread for the truth,
Inside it is a treasure to be found locked.
See of all those who wait and learn,
And listen to the all-powerful beings
As they too surrender their soul to the Almighty.
May life fill deaths as much as proof and understanding,
Reading goes toward the ultimate knowledge.
Life is full of deaths that cry forth like water escaping,
Little is the person who acts upon the whip,
When the danger is imminent and the knowing is supreme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem