The sword is like the ocean and moon,
Beauty preoccupies it with glaring beauty;
This weapon of a massive hue shall be
Wielded in the direction of you and yours.
The words to describe this loving operation
Are many and far before the eyes than ears,
Hatred shall shine in its eye and ear,
Love will be muttered by those beholding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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