" Aneu pneumatos,
oudemeia dianoia "
Without breath, no thought can spring,
No spirit's voice, no mind to sing.
Without the thought, no life can stay,
No light to guide, no pulse to sway.
Thus breath and thought together bind,
The soul, the heart, the ceaseless mind.
In unity, they weave our fate,
Through life and death, they resonate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should try and sell this poem to The Heart And Stroke Society. It would make a great campaign. Just kidding. I actually love this poem immensely