I thank a lot of the crowd for rescuing me,
I witness a people giving praise to He-
The God, a being of supreme godliness
That He Himself betrays the devils in absoluteness.
We spun the web that enlightened an audience
Of nature.
They cry due to ill-health and minor discomforts
But the real shame has won and overtaken us.
He is not one who forgets, nor does He know only a lot
But best of all, justice carries through
Like wishes are made for you.
Opening thoughts thinking for more worship.
Offices shall brighten the place of the afterlife
In which houses the distinct couples of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem