Let us not digress into ancient patterns
blemishing the luxury of our days,
instead, let us weave a finer satin
clinging to the knowledge that we gain
arrayed in the profundities of our age.
Enrobe yourself in this sweetly scented gift;
beauty deeper than what this world displays,
in these garments we shall co-exist
and mend the seams that set the continents adrift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem