Like the sun, a lamp for all mankind,
We whistle to shine like it, we proclaim
Our genius learnt from the earth's triumph;
Like the moon, a lantern made from hands,
The stroke of wisdom climbs to higher levels.
We have inner delight, the heart that partakes
In rulership and distinction, in intellectuality.
And so we have nothing, but the morning winds,
Clear like Caesar, the twelve months participate
In wars of the mind and inner delight.
One year is a long time for the soul that shines
Like the lamp above, the star of requests and glory.
Show me the way to erasure of destruction,
The way of the forefathers, the inner treasure,
The inner delight of sacred ways.
In this ruling of the century we invent no other way,
The centuries are battles for the heart to overtake
And abstain from negotiating with evil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem