In the corners of the light of the soul of the life,
We gather between them all a heart of gratitude.
Lift the veil, and you will curiously embark on a journey
To the other side where bulging cows dither and bellow.
They are true gallant stock, from the staff of the cowherd,
A dog passes its test when not looking, like an exam.
The school is hearing a seminar when suddenly we
Witness the light from another door or entrance.
The corners of our light go to the brim, to the very grin
Of the faces next to a fastened bolt of affliction and enterprise.
My heart is groaning in its way of the temples and shrines,
My hollow head contains only the venomous details of youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love you Jude so much.