Before our beginning a long time ago.
There began a story of love and woe.
It's a story of giving and of love,
It's about a man that came from above.
This man was made of the finest things.
His hair was made of golden strings
His feet were made of fine brass.
His conscience was as clear as a pane of glass.
His heart was as good as the world is round
If his love were a liquid we all would drown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem