One hit to the brain is apt for it,
One melodious tune is apt,
As virtue increases with goodness.
Opening the disease is consequential,
The universe is the garden of delights.
My one time belief is to manage the heavens,
Like a godly ghost of the earth and stars,
Full of some of those deeds in the flesh.
My flesh is surrounded by flesh,
My floating head becomes the current
Of this vast earth, a stationary sea.
Brainy men are of the appeal,
Master them with pride if men and women
Are living, like the twins of degree.
Let the masters of the family be
At one with wise nature, wiser than the win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of this vast earth. Nice piece of work.