The muse of love,
As i looked straight into your eyes;
With the literature of sweet love,
But, the muse of life is really not easy!
With the works of mankind on this earth.
Life,
With chains on my legs and with the pain on my back;
After the beatings in the name of hatred and war! !
In the land of trouble where many people are already shot dead.
Life!
I am what i am with my works than, with the muse of hatred and war;
But, i am only a human with my mind,
As the flow of the muse of poetry comes out of my heart!
Touching the hearts of many;
But, this war had really brought about the chains of hatred around me today.
The laws are there!
But, mankind want war than peace;
The books of the truth are there!
But, mankind want the books of lies written by Satanic induced people;
Who have nothing to offer the world than hatred and war,
That is why i am in chains today! !
However, with the literature of sweet love flowing out of my heart to touch the minds of the positive ones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem