Each man alone an empire stands
takes wisdom written in the sands
builds up a castle or digs down a hole
discovers his own insuperable role
Each man an empire lifts his hands
wiggles his fingers, makes demands
sighs at discomfort, sighs at ease
in loneliness ponders his disease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful with so much truth appearing in rhyme and rhythm...