A dialect which will
make skeletons pounce,
an idiom which lays bare
the heart of God,
yet keeps humanity
a mystery,
a langue never muted
by words or extinguished by thought,
a system of sound and rhythm
which explains everything
to everyone, throughout
eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Isn't this the goal of every poet on earth?