That one tune lives in every music;
That one word echoes in every rhyme;
Listen to the varied earth, you'll pick
That one thought as the basic pantomime;
On squalid lanes that syllable rings
In the putrid breath of the beggar-herd,
But listen then to the locution of Kings
Behind royal words you hear the beggar's word;
I must not therefore expect from men;
Must not smile when I hear something else;
The world prints its tenet in every glen -
Must remember before tameless Hope swells;
That one word echoes in every rhyme,
That one tune plays in every ditty;
My mirth is stung every single time,
I'm not yet one with the eternal singularity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really interesting poem.