When the universe
Keeping their prayers
He collects it in a clear glass box
When the universe
Drain tears of grief inside
A clear pond that reflects the sheen of crystals
Greed is not looking at the body
The unbelief of favors is no longer left
Gratitude in the space of your heart
Souls suffering
On those who are persecuted
When you become a tyrant and
Denying the blessings your God gives
How your grave can be humiliating
Degrees yourselves as His most glorious creatures
At one time the dead call you,
Do not you think about it..?
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I would like to translate this poem
lovely pensive expression