In the void comes calling the rhetorics of bewildering moaning 
the suites of yesterdays abound the shackles of today 
In the drip of eternity comes the felony of time
Is it all a lie we have all been living? 
the passion that surrounds our souls 
Atlas! we all swim in Ganges of indecision 
The sweet smell sin brings when we order our menu 
put us all on judgment payroll 
The long-lasting pension of life abounds in immortality.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    