His sight was beyond the reason of men,
An inconspicuous mind housed the treasure of gold
And silver, and cream, and crowns, and beliefs.
One watches the times of the year,
Belongings say their greetings,
And revealers surely bring good news.
In that treasure where there is a diamond,
The substances of ancient kind will be elements
Inside the head, a war of old regimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like upsetting the dust on the table