Let the meaning of faith be established
Throughout the land of the seasons.
These winters crown the living summers
With beauty and taste, offered are their atoms.
The atomic bomb has delayed our behaviour,
The real weapon makes the hand befuddled.
Gorgeous rings of gold ornately dress the succumbed ones,
Their husbands are like the guns and gunfire
Of a forgotten day, the old day of suffering and audacity.
The efficiency to delay the region in life
Compels us to read our literature.
Each artist demands and supplies,
Fully writing the sum of worlds and the help.
Let the meaning of religion disappear
Nevertheless in a second,
And it will astound us later
When driving forces falter
As the religious view is superior.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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