Poems say so much to me,
Like openings of a letter that cry,
Also acts relate to their themes,
As flies still surge in their flight;
Earning the words causes regret
Always of the moment.
Poems master the principles
Thanking me and you for brilliance;
Poets feed on the entire community,
Towards the harbour of excellence.
My party parries the shots of the place,
Again the turmoil spreads on this second.
Poetry matters to the lame who are lepers,
But that is all they have on their heads,
Heatstroke martyred the saints of poetry,
For their deluge of words and phrases astound
The righteous and the slain,
Connecting our souls to the other side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem