A stammer is a stunt of the findings of Man,
The duel is on, a saving trick astounds me now
That swords display an unique tactic of hoarse travel.
One error defies a true action,
Why does the sinful man be a favour of strength?
Then the earth defends you,
Severely understanding me as well.
The whole factor is of giving your grief to higher
Purposes, that define who the exceptions are!
One stammers and stutters according to colours
Of the rainbow, fences are built, and in the east
There is something to have been known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem