42 of the youths were eaten by two female bears,
Of a story in a sheep-raising land;
But, you use to pour water into my hands.
Today you are King in that area and,
You need to do a lot to save the rest of the children;
And do give ears to my poems when i do write.
The earth shook and the clouds poured down water,
But i am at Mount Tabor with my words;
Silence in heaven! !
To cast out fire on earth like rain,
But i am still alive to write this poem.
To a land flowing with milk and honey,
'Ahyah Asher Ahyah'!
I am who i am on this poem and,
You are a King in the land of the lost souls.
Of a tree days journey into the desert to cry for the dead,
You are what you are as the new King over there;
But the bears should be put under control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem