Diamonds, he placed
With his index and thumb
Carefully paced
For a world to come
Watch them presently
Beneath God’s hand
Shining pleasantly
To his command
Each, his own role
Tracing to Zion
To liven the soul
Through the belt of Orion
To guide the skippers
On their lonely sails
Or to make up the dippers
And Pisces’s tail
Diamonds, he shoots, diamonds he flares
Diamonds he makes, diamonds he shares
Oh, if not for those diamonds he wears
There would be nothing, nothing there!
He drops them many
In flashes they stream
He shoots them plenty
For his people to dream
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I would like to translate this poem
Your interest in astronomy pleases me a lot through this poem....very beautiful like the Orion group and many more God's diamonds....a happy poem