As the harp vibrates to the wind,
So does life vibrate in mans soul,
When he awakens and becomes a
Mystical testimony for all to see.
What he has done, what he has given,
The higher values that he
Conscious of himself,
Where he spares no cosmic energy.
Constantly walking this
Earth he owns,
Go give it back the way it was
Given to him.
No more to find himself confused,
And no more to walk alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem