My head bows before Your Heavenly Presence;
Your Stars and Moon and Sun smile at me.
A Holy Communion, sing your wild tenants;
An insolent distraction, cry your humanity.
Power is Great Eye, they say,
It can build a Utopia.
A discerning eye it is
That binds its enemies and veils its flaws.
It can build a Utopia,
A prison to chain the mind and body,
Crushing from above and poking from behind,
Full of loopholes to liberate its slaves.
It can build a Utopia,
Waging war against nature,
Buying slaves and gaining spoils.
Go to Hell! damn them
To the eternal bound of humanity,
That touches hearts and heals wounds.
His counsel, “Say ‘no’ to Utopia,
Live in this world”.
Let peace be the winning word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem