Tears are overflowing in this realm of mine,
Orbs of brightness reign on the souls of sires
Who bludgeon the wrong men with wrong times.
Tears overflow in their relentless struggle,
Like orbits of a planet and the reality of lunacy.
This caught criminal is brought to irate judges,
With tears the execution is committed, like
A goal scored in haste, as the mind envelops a race.
The sentence is too strict that once we return
To it the birds do fly in certain jests, like jets.
A common crying game is afoot, like the tears of lovers,
Who in haste deliver their praise to each other.
The orbs of the sacred heart are mellow like eyes,
But glass in structure with heights that weigh.
I too have sentences that dismay, I too observe
Those beautiful kinds that deserve the formulae.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem