Help, hell, helm!
Soliciting with the muse of your acts in this town;
But, the truth of the faith is spoken throughout the world,
If you will only listen.
Palinda!
I see the colours of the rainbow and,
The beautiful colours of creation;
And always in prayers to my Creator,
For, i am indebted to the wise and the universe.
Wisdom is better than silver and gold!
Like the muse of the honest scales in our hands;
And like a protective shield in the land of peace,
But, let obedience lead you along the muse of the laws.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem