It lives in pairs and in the crosses,

Whereby from Surtr Odin’s day,

It bares forever mark of sorrows,

Or cumulous of sounds they made

Wherein one hurts and leads to bruises

14 make faculties of brains.

Enough of these can lead to ruses

Even between the closest mates

Whereas an artist’s name and virtue

Supported by their liquid fame

Can turn art’s value to a fortune,

What makes insane one, others vain

This one’s initial bares virtually,

Like the reverse of call for aid

On face of all the royal portraiture.

Pay your attention to detail

The soviet cells of lion’s nurture,

Support respiratory flame -

Revolve Samsara’s wheel perpetually

Transparent limbs comprised therein …