No more sound,
All are begotten
Of ignorance.
No meaning in words,
Father, mother, master.
Scholar, honour.
Words themselves are
With nothingness.
Just in time machines
We act as operators.
And for this, forgetting all
We have to dance oursleves
Sing ourselves and
Make ourselves happy.
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes! We act like robots on this earth. Nice work.