I love tranquillity as it began staring at me,
Soon light from the mice seems to scream.
This moonlight escapes me and my hundred souls,
This tranquillity is strong for the rats have died.
My folly and feeding creates disorder,
Mice and mediums of the religious orders
Happen today and happen with events unknown,
These events are unknown, far too well understood.
Let peace strike the hearts of men and their hearts
Are strong for the stone they consist of with a strength.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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