Heaven's gates remain closed to us earthlings
In all our, often wayward, wanderings;
Until: we are redeemed from Adam's curse;
Until we are healed by Grace's kind nurse;
Until we have erased the mark of Cain;
Until we have merged Love's rose with desire's flame;
Until the full moon turns as red as blood;
Until the world is consumed by fire and flood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem