Here, find everything,
The butter, the fruits,
The goodness, the passion,
Nature and the life.
We are all living here,
And for us, there is everything,
The words, the sound,
The birth and the death
And we have the capacity to do
What we think we can do.
No one can do any wrong
To us without our consent,
We are our master and never
Reborn at the cosmic dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem