Yes, the leader of princes is a lightning bolt,
And women gaze at the righteous man
Who thunders at people in poetry.
No, the many-sided triangle of mathematics
Is not real when encountered by the nation,
For it is like an odd shape to matter to the scientist.
A prince is uniformed by the army, and the scientist
Is all black because of the night and the stars
That shine like the women in the country.
Who thunder-claps now? Is it women who applaud
The men of royalty? Or does a pious gentlemen
Pray for moral teaching to happen again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem