Heaven is a palace of a place,
Gorgeous highness is located there,
With soft springs gushing forth,
Simple peace and looks of beauty,
Opening the doors to Paradise.
Inert gases revolve around it,
Hell's glare is fixed on the wheel
Of Doom, the bringer of movement
Of pain, the last stretch and haul;
Where is the light of the fire?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem and it is true. thanks.