'There will be a war in Europe,
Thrones will be rent and overturned,'
('Go and fetch a pail of water,' said his wife).
'Nations shall go down in slaughter,
Ancient capitals be burned,'
('Hurry up and split the kindlings,' said his wife).
'Cities wrapped in conflagration!
Nation decimating nation!
Chaos crashing through creation!'
('Go along and feed the chickens,' said his wife).
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem