All bow to the of a Gem
In the class of the Elite
Yet seek refuge with the humble
Even when all echo, the Gem!
All white balls dance to her tune
And the white community separate
The ball is lost in a mission
All to the entrance of the Gem.
Just like the sun rents the day
And the moon rents the night
So the Mascot
Rents all black dotted white balls.
And like the shade
All run under for cover
And now like an eagle
Renting the sky.
All hail the entrance
All hail the presence
All hail the difference
And to the mascot all make reference.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem