I know now the world clothed to mourn,
For her beauty seems to burn,
But this' just a fate for her to face
As her path to glorious phase.
Never should she fall and faze,
Nd allow break her flower vase,
That will turn her glory shame,
Nd her wing to fly again tame.
Tell the world now to rejoice,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem