The golden rule was not benighted
Since our days adole*
But our acts in evils delighted
Violating the commandment awhole.
Shall we revenge on this earthly place?
Put up again thy sword into his place.
.
Do not be a thoughtless warrior
Whose belief that Life is a battlefield
Made unsheathe his sword at slightest error
And struck it upon a remorsed shield.
Listen to what the little bard says,
Put up again thy sword into his place.
.
Our meeknesses may be tormented
In an aggressive attitude
And conflicts may be fomented
In an intended turpitude.
Avenge no evil nor hostile menace,
Put up again thy sword into his place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem