The apex of my blade has a strength
That you despise at the back of your mind.
My bones shall be axed and shattered
By the grace I concentrate and show.
We breathe until blades of grass
Shine eternally as straws of gold in Paradise.
In this land, you wanted a stay to behold,
Now this is your goal, the same as silver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem