A man,
More rare than fine gold;
Mankind,
More scarce than the pure gold of Ophir;
But when will this great tribulation start?
Formed from the womb and killed to be buried in the tomb,
But those days should be shortened for us to gain the end.
Open the Book and see the light,
Enslaved for 400 years! !
Like a kingdom which is shaken all around.
Humility,
Of our sins of the past to make change for the better;
Like Aids(1981) and HIV catching up to the human race.
Oh, how my mind rests on the mountain of Olives;
And like the days of Noah,
A reed like a measuring rod is needed for survival.
Land, water, air!
The warning labels to us all to learn like a student;
But hidden from the view of many without hope.
This point of view is desirable for food,
This act of love id hidden from a view,
But around the great river Euphrates came the war!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem