Who says knowledge is lost?
Let ‘im scan for it,
ev’n in a dark’st dark of the night
in where all feet must tread;
let him scout for it
ev’n in a silv’ry day
where all have eyes to see.
Seek and scratch for it –
knowledge we know will nev’r lost.
Ev’n when it seems to lost,
we can find it in our thoughts;
we can find it in our imagination;
we can also feel it in our experiences,
for knowledge we know is omniscience and omnipresent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem