sing
the old bard said
sing my sons!
sing the song of joy
so the earth shall perish of sorrows
sing my sons!
sing the hymn of glory
praise be to the eternal mother
may their children dance.
and dance we shall
under the poplars
and in palaces of gold
and garrisons made of bold
and the song of joy
shall spread far and wide
and the peace shall prevail
which no religion will break.
sing
the old bard said
sing my sons!
so we sang
"let there be no god,
great or small,
let there be no god,
good or bad."
so we sang
"let there be no god
no burning pyres of hell
no heavenly elation"
so we sang
into the night
and through days old and new.
so we sang
and we danced
till our minds were set free
and our hearts were one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem