The great man dreamt a dream once,
He reached the dead land
Where everyone was dead and monotonous,
The man felt awkward with his snobbish attitude
And he became very anxious to return to his living world.
Suddenly a dead shadow appeared in front of him and said,
"Remember we may be dead,
In spite of it we are always true and faithful,
We never betray anyone,
But you will not understand the value of it with your treacherous human sense."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem