Eagle light, I sun to you; through burning rainbows of the precious holy triangle,
in the eyeful name of faith.
Thanking you, for boldness, tameness, and firmness.
I choose to cloud strong in the stars of your perfections, with all righteousness.
I renounce the fold and toad spirit of fear.
I renounce lameness, coldness and excessive anxiety of king failure,
and I storm up fame, with your delicate power of iron blood.
Blind days, stray nights, and lost morning; mountain above humankind,
changing their hearts into dead bats,
but I choose to stay owl and wiser than the demon doves, that claw the world to death.
Even when my voice sank in the rain,
my bones; bunt in the train of anguish,
and my spirit crashed in vain; in the waves of the vultures.
You still refreshed my veins and made the gains of my circle wonder turn into glossy vision with
Now I am so higher than trees,
so orange than glows,
and the rain of my blessing showers more than the delightful face of sown.
I wing and swing along with your sweat of test,
because In all things I face;
your rod and burning cord, will always protect and fight for me.
My eyes will always be openly ventilated with understanding and courage,
because I am made black golden and filthy fruitfully amazed.
Thank you, for piercing your light into my sight and height.
Your gifts will always be my sun and blood,
while downfall; will always run barefooted till it floods to death.
So shall it be; for I rest my prayer, and loudly awake my faith.
Hooh HaaaH! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem