Once you were a god
A grand god.
You were seen as the extension of the mighty universe,
Dark, mysterious, alluring and godly
No breed was as stout as yours,
None was artistically kissed by the sun,
None did brim of power like yours.
None did understand the laws of nature as you did.
None in your presence did ever talk without bowing.
Your buildings and architecture was compared to the marvel of nature,
Your science was thought of perfect,
Your knowledge became the universe(before they crudely perverse its meaning) .
You were mighty, but you were naive.
You trusted easily and you fell.
You kingdoms, now relics of the past thoughts,
Crumbled under their invasion.
As you have lost your culture,
So too the knowledge in the songs(of your ancestors) , shall wither in time.
As said the old man who sat by the pond,
His face lost to those who knew not their history.
He kept aloud singing to his passerby:
'You lost your culture, so witness as you lose yourself and die.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem