Do you think about that lonely, golden parting?
Do you gather all your friends against the day?
That upon the mortal scales when you are lowered,
your spirit, light upon the earth, will lay?
Do you dream of one day rising into heaven?
Do you have the faith in youthful stories told?
Did the highest and most holy in the garden,
bring them back again to comfort or to scold?
Did you grow up changing values into money?
Do you think that all this property is grand?
These pursuits that stay afloat and sometimes prosper,
when the waves come, always tumble into sand!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem