The ready man is a liar of strength,
Loathing the tavern so strong with odours
That shrink and deny themselves,
With sopranos in the distance,
Licking their lips with light and darkness.
The reading of wishful men is like a word
That leaves the page with so many minds at
Work with it, leaving the pages so made by God.
The reading of genius is so stronger than martyrs
Who delve into devils and demons with their bravery.
The ready man lies inwardly as well as outwardly,
Little are they who stream into the seas of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem