The devil, we're told, in hell was chained,
and a thousand years he there remained,
and he never complained, nor did he groan,
but determined to start a hell of his own
where he could torment the souls of men
without being chained to a prison pen.
So he asked the lord if he had on hand
anything left when he made the land.
The lord said, 'yes, i had plenty on hand,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem