High wall made of fire bricks of flaming fire
Getting near halted like a post
Though I'm not at all a post, a man
A humble man made of snow and frost
Now I dare to cross over the wall, I dare
My only satisfaction may be vaporised
But reactionary fire trying heart and soul
Could not be succeeded to burn me.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem