The devil knows the rattling nightmare,
He buzzes, stalls, and destroys systems
Way beyond your control, those innocent men
Rattle in their bones;
The devils secure their hold as the chains
Mock a livid man in suitable attire,
His devils enrage his being, siding with
Reasons and whispering of rights.
The devil shall write, the demons invite
A man to command looters of the siblings,
To detrimentally ignore, and define a state
Of nature this one mind has entered.
The destroyers of spirit enlighten a djinn,
That strikes at the heart of men,
The hearts of women and children.
A clay man is not better than a divine rain,
But is a clay man superior to water
And is he superior to the wish of life,
The throne of the highest height?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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