An axe that cuts trees,
An ox that eats grass,
Seeing a joyful mother with her children!
But, yesterday's rejected stone had now become the Corner Stone today.
At the Red Sea with your lover,
With hands of love;
Seeing the hands of war dein afar! !
Cleaning your ways with the muse of the truth.
Fingers for battle,
With the enemies around!
But, war is not the answer to peace;
Wisdom is better than the weapons of war! !
Yesterday's rejected stone had now become the Corner Stone today.
The underworld!
Like the Greek's Nilus;
In the sea and, in the deep.
Let the rivers clap their hands! !
Let the hills shout for joy,
Like the pillar of the cloud of wisdom;
For, we all need peace than war!
To clean up our ways on earth;
Yesterday's rejected stone had now become the Corner Stone today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem