the curtain of the sky is torn
as secrets are revealed
the malice of the human heart
can never more be healed
if gods above still keep accounts
where stars descend in space
a mighty storm will soon befall
the vicious human race
if vengeance is the way of gods
then so with man below
the end will come in fire and ice
with every land laid low
but if the voice above is mute
and heedless of a plan
the same destruction comes to us
begot by deeds of man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In every of the two cases isn't there a salvation? //The imagery in front of you.
Some days I believe in salvation. Some days I don't.