The world's light shines, shine as it will,
The world will love its darkness still.
I doubt though when the world's in hell,
It will not love its darkness half so well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A physicist who is true to Ahura Mazda will know the difference between the Longfellow's loss for the self and the idiotic plagerists who have foresaken the Nazarene confidence, have some leaway with the Mosaic that burn like God is noted from the greater doctors.