Never will minds display their rectitude
Until the swerving thoughts be riddles and spots
To join into sins of the higher arts.
The beauty of the mind concerns me,
For the display of intelligence
And the gorgeous races of thought
Portray a character of the abundance
Like the hills of the night and day.
This life will erase you tonight
In the very hills that bury you alive
Due to your godly intelligence.
Let wisdom be the faithful one,
Losing the loaves of the fruitful one,
Like the minds of such colour.
Then beauty overwhelms the one
Who renders the rain in front of men
Who hear the prospects of a day
In the future of worries and folly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem