Time's a curious calender;
In his humble hopes for my surrender,
My raging brain grew fonder
With Substance to ponder.
Call him atheist or pantheist,
Be it to resist or desist;
Banish to exile or tag him heretic,
He was a Hero of Dialectic.
My dear Lens Grinder
Lend me sight n foresight,
N be another pathfinder
Into blessedness n reason's searchlight.
This year, I dedicate to you, Baruch...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem