Babyhood is a spring playing,
Follow its source in the sand,
And its vibrations, flowing, growing,
Childhood can revitalize the barren land.
There will never any more joy as this season;
Nor any more paradise than in this cute;
Loving, electrical, spring with its flowing reason,
O wondrous singer! Enjoy this mystery fruit.
O liquid, fond, liberated and bold,
Greatest creation of God, splendor lends;
O secret of earth and sky! Told;
Opens the gates of manhood, but never bends.
Oh my God! Why you are so short lived?
Why don't you go for eternity and always?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem