Sun stand still
and listen to me.
Seven trumpets of seven shout, stones decrease
Hand shut heaven, new heaven receive.
No blind face deceive
No bright face receive
Gone with good absolute degree
Rest receives sacred sperm
Four thousand bags survive
Gentle gentiles too subscribe
For sacred serpent do prescript
Virgin blood list of license
True tree bloodline estate
sward seals for the state
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep my friend..the inner meaning has a lot of signifance..Swards never live..nor do they die...