As a shroud my glory awaits me,
Heavens and planets are at one,
As my faults are of this world
And merely a transmission of ideas.
The living is for a fixed term,
The dying connects us to another life,
But our saviours are prosperous more
Than I or you, more than one of those
Slaughterers, or one of those tyrants.
Beaming on us is light, a man who works hard
Like his companions, always known
By the physicists, who reckon like kings
The fate of millions by the million particles.
Light is a religious friend, that delivers more
Than liberty, its darkness is not there,
It resides in the Heavens, for some time to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem