Scatter it to the wind! !
To swing along!
Wing of life,
Ring of peace;
Stands of hair! ! !
Muse of the flowers around you;
Pestilence!
One-third of the people will die! !
Because of wickedness;
But, make your life a delight with the works of the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem