Mans world to him has now become
So complex like unto a Sum
The theory always then applied
To solve the problem next arrived
But when he lays himself to rest
Without him, and outside his head
The teeming Life that Earth maintains
In oceans deep
On dusty plains
Goes on
It’s order still unbroken
Timeless
Caring not what man has spoken
Thought
Or even done
Wanting Nothing
But Life
Won
This is the force that Man must know
Radiating Life
Its flow
For what is Man alone
His world undone
But the very smallest
Fraction of the Sum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem