The size of the stupor is size of humanity,
My Saturday and Sunday are good food;
This is language and the stigma of a rudeness,
Food is truly marvellous, as real as rainbows.
My ruler is upon me with imperatives and commands,
Like an emperor of Japan striding fully with
Luxury and wealth in the room of usual strength
And length. My sister and brother hides,
Full dress is worn by the government, full hissing
Reminds the ruler of trouble, the same rumble.
The size of mankind is an atomic size,
Compared to our beloved cosmos of black silk,
This livid heart of the mind, a realer reading of
Space and time, by the rules of the abject men
And gods, the goddesses are late and worried.
Agents of the huge strong bloated start
Convert their currency to ill-health.
My empire is yet to give ailments of strong poison,
The cancers of the old style, the winters of summers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem