It was bright!
I had landed into an instance
Of some fourth dimension, it seemed.
They greeted with greased palms
To which I abysmally acknowledged.
With no rags to wrap the bones;
‘twas difficult to accept-
Has my medicine really advanced?
Though,
No means to plough for a grain,
I was served in grandeur.
No clue, what was said,
In the tone so sober;
I had longed to see suffering.
But, I learnt it was on my side.
Lurching upon that tapestry-
Of Gunthertuch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
man no quiet done, in dosent communicate, and please use easy words and do great things