Thorough fire
Thorough height
But the king made both
The king made them
The golden image the king has made
For it the sounds of horns and trumpets
He that hear and did not bow
For him the fire and the flame
Thorough fire
Thorough flames
Rosy wrath of a lifeless height
the king made it
the king made it
Faces pale against the rage of flames
The king made it, who dare not bow?
Three Hebrews too in the crowd
And the music dropped
The horns sounded
Three youngsters that bore no defect
In health of body and strength of faith
'O king' they said without the fear
'we shall not bow or serve thy god! '
Thorough fire
Lethal flames
knees lowered and faces bowed
But the three bowed not
they did bow not
Thorough fire
Raging coals
The king followed too in the rage
Into the fire and the flames
The king threw them
The king threw them
Thorough fire
Vicious flames
But the three burnt not
They did burn not
The king- great king, confessed he stood
Three he threw, now four he see
The three burn not, the fourth burn not
'Praise be to the God of the three' he said
'not mine, but He is the Most High God! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The source of the truth are from the roots of these three mentioned. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.