Poles, pole, sole, slope, lope, lop, slop, so;
Earthly bodies!
The fat sheep speaks to the lean of the flock,
But, to whom do you surpass in beauty?
Lop, lope!
Like villages without walls;
Slop, slope!
But, where is the dwelling of the lion?
Poles, pole, sole, slope, lope, lop, slop, so;
With the blessing of love to all mankind!
Follwoing after the truth without war.
Lop, lope!
Speak to this young man and save his soul;
Slop, slope!
Speak to this young lady and save her soul;
For, war is not the answer to peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem