This poetry, these verses require too much too, too much
And in strength their sharp teeth they pierce
With their pincers they dig holes in the lungs
And with poison they inject through their tongues
And attempt from all sides, with all means to batter my fort.
These enemies I feel, I know I must fight as they do with their methods and more; till victory on my side comes to the fore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem