To men different signs the heavens Have.
To turn against and brush beneath the sky.
And land like birds upon their merry feet.
While smaller things that seem to make us mad.
It is known now why the sun must rise.
Each word we speak that comes to each like mind.
Love of life to each and each their own.
Then to men a different sign to man it has.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem