Thousand men came to see her slumber state
one whom her beauty were mingled with roses 
In her sleep reflects her dazzle beauty 
Why do you sleep so soon? 
Sooner than the sunset in mountains of Zion
Awake lets sing the old songs of love 
The beauty in your sonnet voice of strings 
echoing to souls beyond 
Never to be heard in mortal pavilion 
Awake the princess from her long awaited dreams
Who shall redeem you from this curse? 
who atlast shall awake you from this slumber? 
He who comes from a distant land 
one that won the victory over death and Hades 
Till the last trumpet sound
someday when we all goes to sleep 
we shall meet to path no more 
There we shall grow timeless like the big bang 
Filling the Milky way in truce of eternity 
Assemble in the gathering feast of the Lamb 
In the courtyard of the Most High 
Singing along with myriads of Angels 
There we shall be happy as stars of Heaven 
For death shall live no more 
in death death shall die 
and in life we shall live everlasting                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    