The lions of God come rushing in to marry the friends,
Devouring their rings of friendship, dividing spoils.
May strength overcome the strong once the lion-king
Draws in its followers, to be in royal custody.
The armies he casts on the enemy are not suicidal,
Quite on the wild state, unable to satiate their hearts.
The stillness overwhelms everyone on the very side,
This splendid sense of nonsense overrides the air.
Once more gladiators concentrate to hungrily amend
The peace of the wars and battles inside their emotions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem