To describe is to fall into space and exalt his majestic properties,
Towards the stars we travel and collide with planetary satellites.
To see a moon is to see a rune, and to see it is goodness and perfection,
May we learn the just facets of our proud rock and boulder, so fortunate.
To fetch the atmosphere and to confer with passengers is solution also,
For my wines and vapours are justice for the foreign minds that pollute.
My awakening with pleasure is of pain, and of pain my leisure overtakes,
Philosophy enters the heart and encapsulates order of the cosmos.
To distill the water I drink is to purify the address of the occupants,
This labour is certainly twisted and strange, full of death and dread.
Buzzing in the clouds of my imagination, a ruinous envelope is situated
To bring order and chaos at some time in the future, so feed me justice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem