R-unning out is the time,
E-nd of the world is near;
S-tay alert and on guard,
S-tand your ground without fear.
T-ime that flies fast
I-s truly running out;
M-ake the right choice
B-etween faith and doubt.
A-llow your eyes to meet
N-ew day November fifteen;
G-o on to finish the race, time will come to an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem