A sweet sleep,
In times of love;
Spiritual understanding,
In times of peace;
Smiles! ! !
With the joy of the hearts.
Material image,
A different kind;
The symbol!
A child,
A woman's seed.
Works and acts,
There is life in the blood;
The spirit of the truth,
Sorrow!
Yet you left me alone.
Everyone to his or her City,
Everyone to his or her house,
Everyone to his or her lover;
Joy and gladness! !
Music and dancing,
Your feet almost slipped off!
From the works of the truth;
Like a dream after one awakes.
The success of the wicked!
Violence covers it like a robe;
Wake up from your sleep! !
And watch the world,
It is full of hatred and theft.
Writing,
You are a great poet indeed!
With the muse of love,
And the works of peace.
Seed, heed, need, feed, creed, reed, weed!
Like old folks;
Stories!
Like honey and molasses;
Imagination,
Moving on;
Able to teach others with the muse of the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem