the fading tomb have been waking up to
harbor its delicacy of flesh to the death;
waging war to last the taste of wounded
soul
the steps toward to eternity bound, hurdle
with unfading hatred and lust of earthly
sweeten longing, an end to its direction
of thy darkness home
wanting to take all that waste for so long,
where the eternal flame burn in thy heart
and soul fumes, awake and take what the
evil's light in the hell feel glad in thy mother
womb so hard
all are wanted to stand upward, where
eagle eyes always cease forward, nay every
hands ask the reason for one's mind and
heart is only for God
late comes at night, where even our mother
and father say something for each one
who had love, has made the world so glad
the fading evel's eye comes to close, and
every hearts made it push, strong of
faith brings out to post, cease the
devil's eye......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem