Have me appeared as a sack of meat
Or a mould of clay mix with blood
Or just a frame with bone and flesh
But that is not me with a head.
In that head I contain something
And occasionally I bring that forth
You may know the man by name
But you know not my intrinsic worth.
Essence of life to one may be many a thing
But insinuation of my existence is intellect
Intelligence counts and counts the most
That part of that me you must not neglect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem