Never can a man escape the whole war,
It fights inside and has quality of us;
Understand me further when I say
That systems commend the very night.
And war has enveloped the desert
As war conquered the soul of heat.
How did the cleverness of the mind
Be ascertained by the minute men
Who rode no war for their size was too small?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem