An awakened mind is a thief of my sleep 
The mind that seeks and speaks is trouble to my being 
The mind that reveal the green of my words
Where the world is no obsticle for my mind 
The minds that manipulate other with the greatest of ease
Is indeed my long standing enemy 
The mind that troubles other 
The mind that does not show its face in battle
The mind that brings terror to my thoughts 
The mind that has capacity to build relations and in turn destroy them
To the mind that think of outmost intensified hatred
To the mind that think of murder
The mind that march across the night like a mad man
To the mind of evil deeds
To the mind that think of the unthinkable 
The mind that think of no fiction but intense reality
(mankind have a bit of evil that dwells in them)                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem