The nightfall of the newborn light
It gives a new life as well as a new journey
But, unfortunately, the grim reaper of the nightmares
Deprived the existence of something
The reverberate of the squalor
Scourges the beauty of life on mother earth
Causes the banishing of life of the humankind
The beauty of the bosom of nature
Wrecked by the monster of the storm land
And the beauty of land destroyed by the beast of the stream land
The nightmare of tragedy imbued in the hearts of the people
And the remnants of the vehement monster were inculcated
In the minds of them
It was difficult to ease the pain of the nightmares of tragedy
That's why, I beseech the God of justice, the God of life,
To the God of love, to the God of nightmare, to the God of nothing
As well as to the God of something
That may bestow us a life without end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem