To ask a great question we cast a spell on someone else,
About the great news, we daily read the knowledge of resentment.
That over which they despair is a knowing heart and brain,
Delivering the sermon of a thousand years on the mountaintop.
They are to know the nutrients of the self, the vitamins of spirit,
That was a graph so full of food for the stomach, for torture.
To sell a hole on the ground is to ask a great question, so fulfilling,
Yet so unique and authentic a description, of residual heat and love.
Let the camp be erected to fight disease, we are perceiving, the electricity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem