Do not like me as a fine man,
Just wake me up, find my logic.
The sunlight beams on my head
In the day and in the night from lamps.
My flight is of circling and plunging
And my walking skills are numerous.
I am a superhuman of logical thinking,
The supreme philosopher so great.
Let me wake up in the morning
With the use of these thoughts to stay awake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem