Lords creation,
Supreme
Realised.
Acknowledged.
Is Supreme.
Hither, Thither, Wither
Goes
Knows Not?
Where he goes
Still goes.
Ambushing paths
Ought not be tread
But
With contempt, treads
As if, else, no one will tread
Else, no one will tread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem