He clears the feathers of a virtue,
Open the doors to the fallacy,
For philosophy can strive benignly,
Cleansing the rich soil so fermented.
I see a clarity of beaming heraldry,
Fussing me with its stare and dare.
He clears the path for the discovery,
My rights denied, my reckoning appearing.
I see ahead a clear road of the size
One marvellously rejoins on hearing.
For the knowledge of cleaning water
You acquire the religion of righteous men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem