It is to dismay that perhaps you are in opportunities,
But imagine a time or day when disappointing is good;
Good is the test that scares the soul into submission,
Its good admonishes the evil in the breeding score.
Fools say their luck in some times to come and desert
The ruiners of fortunate schisms, internal rights are managed
By the goodness as the goodness as goodliness;
My acts are sparing their evils and so deeds of good reside.
Must we change the rights of humans to keep regions in peace,
Then changing is righteous for the souls in blame and tests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem