The stars awaken due to the bustle of our homes,
Menacing planets adjust to their brilliant star.
Most of the birds linger throughout their lives,
So as to poison the night air, the night sky.
Modern world builders of art realise how sudden
The rumours spread about youth, art and religion.
The young have airs so cold, but hot also in nature,
Feeling and feeding, causing disturbances within.
Those stars in the front of the mind carry duty
And so virtue shows brightly, optionally and verily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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