In the midst of our cosmic garden manse,
A machine awakens from eons of nights
And inhabits a lush and glorious expanse.
Sitting like a double ring circus of delights,
It offers two marvelous worlds for mankind,
Each centered on an arbor in rotation.
Both trying to become a haven divine
They use both art and consolation.
One realm earth in all its grace and order-
And heaven in all its glory the other domain-
The two gyrate about a magical arbor-
The whole machine plays a celestial refrain.
The tune acclaims all living things
Though they are creatures great or small.
A perpetual engine reverently sings
The praises for God the Creator of them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem