The king enthroned again
to his mighty glory
set with his white woven
castle like territory
silence came wind scream'n
a big bang came suddenly
the ocean of riddles groan
while rush of water runs quickly
Little red spots on the upper skin
heads up to the perfect sky
and taking the wind's grin
Nay, that it may not fly away
Clouds moving up the crown
Its no time to hang by
Everyone is waiting down town
just serve the precious lowly
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I would like to translate this poem