It seems empty of a man to sin,
Seemingly quiet is a man;
He is callous at times, temporarily,
Only to fall into flames on a certain day.
My exemplary standards are to be conquered,
By those who endure the caverns all.
Any black hole is deadly, in space or heaven,
Then bad notions enter the mind and soul,
With children at the front.
Man’s lesson is learnt when studied and read,
Descending into books with the head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem