Snake: Tell me, tell me oh Human, 
      Think not that I have come to spit
      my venom, nor to bruise thy heel.
      But tell me I thee beseech, of the
      possibility of reversing our age-old
      enmity brought upon us both at 
      Eden's Garden by his Majesty Divine.
Human: Though thy head I bruise not, still
      of our reconciliation I know not.
      For his Majesty Divine to whom
      there is no appeal, did himself
      the curse pronounce.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
majesty divine, thanks, I like it.