I served a role in the headache of thoughts,
That men of thinking established throughout
With their likable schemes and laws of the pen.
I served a role in the joke of eternity,
Forging lessons of the relatives and relations
With the smiles of our ancestors;
For they reacted to simple virtue
And trained with the eye a conjecture
To uproot the problems that are conspired.
My servants destroy their production,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem