No soul is my property other than the one,
No tremors awake the dead when there is life;
My ministry is of the living, and the ghosts are absent,
They work in ways to be known and ways to master.
No godly being is a man, and no holy man contrives ruination
On the ghost or the ghoul that mattered to its hunter,
The very same can be said of the frail master and mistress
Who spend freely over themselves like bosses and ladies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem