Golgotha is the word
You climb slow and falling
The ground with the blood drenching
But once on top of the Plain
You see wisdom
You feel joy
You taste the clouds of glory
Quaff the swine of the red
Manifest what Golgotha means.
And
To you the end of the journey
The institute of calm be manifested.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem