Beautiful and pleasant though it be
Attractive and interesting it ever be
Pleasurable and admirable it is forever
Because the maker Himself lives forever
Is life then certain? question to all
Everybody owns talk, same after all
The world itselt has it on its toes
The evil dwellers are ubiquitoes
Cause the world uncertainty
Dismatling also its identity
And the world satan den or hell itself
Leading to over-cautious of oneself
Can the world truely be made certain?
On dek all hands must be to be certain
step the maker's foot, forsake ungodliness
work towards good for the sake of goodness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words with much concern....thank you