See me when I am red in the face,
Politeness is the iron fist
Returning to me when times are thick
With incredulous rage.
My witness is many
For the manuscript is huge
And the wishes are great
As the soles of the feet
Wear the execution so tame.
See me in my covers and comforts,
With overburdening awe,
The cloak of brilliance
Is my shadowy clue to
A greater future and I rest this day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem