There he sits
With virtues becoming extinct
Cornered by mauvis
Suppressed by vice
His own traits
Hinderance in the race
Finds solace
At the base
The base
Which supports the entire race
When this creed
Raises its head in revolt
Lord
Live me till that plot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a poem that speaks all. Until the man in misery rightly revolts nothing can be achieved at all.