The dark uncorked blessing those innocents,
Yelling became devastating after the thieves invaded.
To quell them made a station on the pass,
One channel made burden and forks in the roads.
To ride this chariot believed afterwards,
Marvels astounded blurred visionaries
Who sought the truth and all it contains.
Dig their trees and graves to devastate them
And the dreams of awkward stages.
Do not be certainly hesitant,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem