We must enter the country called Life,
We must demand a remedy to the current pain,
Our solution is welcome to the other side.
Problem after problem bedevils our foes and friends,
The devils shame, the demons connive, as imposters
Grow in importance due to their evil disgrace.
We hear a man cry, we hear a woman drown in her tears,
The pool of life and death is a collection of fluid too holy,
But tears of men and women can flood like Noah's Flood.
Our death and life is for the One who follows your every move,
His concert of musical rhythms is greater than resurrection,
Lesser resurrection may be what the just messenger commands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem