The twist of the plot is upon the lips,
He embraces a virgin with colours
And calls the chastity of splendour
A real stamina, a real hurtling arrow
In the form of shapes and messages.
The twisted, bitter habits bring to life
On the brink of life that grazes and stays.
The twisted sort of brotherhood emerges
Like the stones thrown into the pond
For good luck, some of those weapons
Are brought to the fore to seek
Wisdom that wisely numbers me and you.
The plot of the years is upon their heat,
The twists of the story of life carry beasts
Created by the one with poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem