When an agony hour will loom
A strange trumpet will be blown
Hustle & bustle will be gone
Then no one will be able to turn
A fading time will be begun
A Great terror will come
Every one will try to run
People eyes will be stunned
None could able to escape
Nowhere will find a safer place
When the earth will be shaken
The heaven will be stricken
The stars will be scattered
The beasts will be gathered
The flames will be broaden
A stench smoke will arrive
Men will knee down & cry
None will bear suffering & life
The seas will be gotten dry
The mountains will sudden fly
When earth stuffs will surrender
Sun & moon will be assembled
Havens will cleave as under
Universe will vanish sudden
One mighty will remain presider
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very vivid imagination and vocabulary. Great job!