Life, so familiar yet strange
Life, so simple yet difficult
Life, so sweet yet bitter
Life, so pleasant yet harsh
Life, so yielding yet uncompromising
Life! Oh Life!
Are you not a gift from the Creator to man?
A precious gift to laboriously tend and cherish by man
Life, a medium of essence to the beauty of the Creator divine
Why then do men find it so strange to comprehend you?
Life! I see you watch derisively at the pettiness of man
Yes, for man has refused to think deeply about your privilege
Refusing to gather the knowledge that comes with your existence
For you are a precious gift for man’s perfection and earthly glory
A joyful gift to be appreciated and not abused by ignorance
Life, like a bed meant to be tidied up for relaxation
He who dresses his bed neatly sleeps like a babe
He who doesn’t feels the heat and uneasiness therein
These are the words of seasoned men of wisdom
Life is a gift, cherish and protect yours, my friends!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem