I was in a great assembly of monsters,
Each of us had a cupful or two;
The seventy maidens were also staged
At a distance, going off to revolving lands.
The monsters weighed their looks and beauty,
And attacked all of a sudden,
Despite the asking of the presence.
We told them to abide with the mouths,
Spells reoffended our bodies
For we as monsters despised the lie.
It seemed the Greater Triumphant One
Mastered us with the follies of former prizes.
We were assembled and attacked by maidens
So clear and pristine that sapphires were
Fired at their faces, with monsters to guide them.
It seemed we were eaten by their ferocious lies,
Just when lying was the sport of the dying.
In our midst a satanic man entered and swung
His hat at the offences, liking all of the chieftain.
Monsters had been appalled,
Maidens had become geniuses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem