Let the fire burn bright
On his flesh, oh that sight
When he passes away
Not for his soul
Not for his sin
Count the smiles that owes him.
He is still a human
Nothing less of flesh and bones
Tear him apart, those fleshes
Not his heart, not his soul
Coz those smiles that trust him
Let them lie in peace in his heart forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is best poem i have ever read in history of english language.