The zzzziiiing ziiing thundered past the old hermit house
Of the bees hurrying away towards the tops of the mountains
To what everyone considered a race to the honey palace
The prayers not withstanding everyone carried on and on
Ignoring the words of the old hermit calling and wailing
That the powerful palace suffered nectar disaster within
Like nectar is to honey wisdom begets strength
But the bees wanted honey from the palace
without nectar honey comes from space
Up the hilly rugged ridges they labored,
The peak presumed in their mind
The honey being a hope to find
The fast became the first
To face the fact of thirst
The palace was bare
With wisdom, the wise shall rise,
They shall find without search
They shall be filled and consoled.
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I would like to translate this poem
i didn quite grasp what u r saying here. care to share? word
a note about the gluttonous and impatient population who does not heed to advise as they strife for the high life. They forget to gather the necessary knowledge and experience to reach their goals. They Blindly rush up the ladder only to find nothing fulfilling, some end up not making it in life.