Then in joyful mood,
Will we demolish the darkness hood.
Giving them a stingy ouch! ,
Which to their kindred and sort such.
But if to miss be you,
Then by their law you'll be rule.
But if to Glory thou leap,
Then call me to with you sip.
C.2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem