Dangers are rife and finer than the leisure
So after me, so greater than the beauty of religion
And the thought of you is strongly on my lips.
Speech matters in any way you want.
Your religious fervour is abandoned
When the law has letters to sail towards
And words to punch inside the soul.
Those wasted and those with large waists
Are the heroes so delivered by the deity that reigns.
May danger be prowling out in the open,
Never be a regret that is guilt or stale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem