Once upon a time
there was a country, dwelt in the west
black continent; rule by the emperor.
From the root of pale; live in peace
Blessed with gold, jewellery and green pastures.
For full of life; lives in hale and strong
Where all her people were in ease,
where many other countries are quake
The giant of her tongue; keep many Lords
Sun shine and evening pass away,
Thoughts to be the sky and moon rest
Vary become the worthless vessel,
Rule by the herdsman,
Toss and gross in pool of corruption.
Where most of her bench have turn to bitch
Then fade and loss of powers,
Where all her gold and green pastures were
like rags in face of her neighboring countries.
The colour of her people have turn to black
to brown black.
The thought of her people were in stunning
why did this problems come upon us?
when will this sufferings ends? .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem