Behold, I sever the chains that lay siege.
With peace I come in the crimson cloak of violence
To herald the times, what cheers I hear!
From the jeering voice of man so beaten and down;
It can't be long ere the great lights fade;
And dark lights begin their journey to being.
Even so the wailing voice now shrieks in silence;
The joyful sonnet without warning, makes a dirge
To be played without a Rest; sung as discord
Lo! Even so, his life I crave to give
E'en if with mine I have to pay
That man's fleeting days no more be numbered
Then the giv'n life restored in measures infinite
For as a seed dies, so many more are birth'd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem