Thus did the Lord of primordial Heaven
His psyche scratched His own desire to leaven
Then in one uncopounded point all to reason
Into shapes in space by units set in motion
Thus did the Lord with His own expansive desire
His lightning magic to set the space-bits to acquire
To glow and twinkle and thunder and inspire
Man in dark and cold for heat to aspire
Thus did the Lord of Sun blaze
Fountains of flames the forests to embrace
Flashed man's acuity set to a smoky craze
To cook and dwell in heated, lighted grace
Thus spake the Lord of desire
That man shall call it Fire
Desire to dispute shall man be ever in mire..
Such be Fire
And first Ignition Reverberating Endlessly
Fire is a sublime piece of work dear madam! We are peace loving people... let us stay away from unusual fire..... I am planning to be indifferent of everything that is happening! If I find time, I will be reading your poems in offline mode! Always pray for your good health and happiness!
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I would like to translate this poem
Thus spake the Lord of desire That man shall call it Fire Desire to dispute shall man be ever in mire.... Indeed, passion, desire are forms of fire that lead man into a quagmire. A beautiful background to show its origin.