Hoist the rod to strike the bell on the ground,
Red lightening issues forth to construct death.
My love is not wrong for the enemy to love
For now the presents and gifts outweigh us.
This attack, beautiful and grand, is over,
Always in action from the leaders of war
Who love the enemy due to aggressive nature.
Morale is heightened due to awareness of love,
From this love there is steadiness and streams of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem