All listen to the argument of
Adam in your sacred mouth
Prophecies in your tongue of
sword cut the heathen
The flame in your scepter cures
the lepers, heals the blind. I
seek waiting for you, waiting
till you sit with me.
/For Arvin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poetic structure...loved it! Thanks.........