In the infinite silence of a castle in the skies
God lives alone surmounted by the spaces of ravishing mystery
And He sighs at times and sheds tears that make a flood in a trillion milky ways
But man on the Earth still goes on merry making.
In the abode with a thousand chambers of eternal material
God lives alone haunted by the ghosts of thoughts and deeds of His own
And He curses Himself for being there for no reason from times immemorial.
But man on the Earth still goes on wondering at the Creations around.
In the vast spaces of material and gases and those of light and darkness
God sees a glimmer of hope but is soon struck by the blunder down on the Earth
And He sits for long brooding over its infinite misery and finite destiny.
But man on the Earth still searches for the bounty of things incoherent.
In the annals of time that stops not and on the canvas of space that stretches out
God writes and draws His Ten Confessions mantling a philosopher`s robe
And He witnesses a hundred trillion cries and agonies transparent on the lone planet
But a poet will still remind me of my violating one of the Ten Commandments!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem