Starry, brilliant, shimmering sky
Backdrop of velvet so rich, so deep
Makes me wonder who am I
Gazing, counting, seeking sleep?
Diminished I am by the vastness of
This splendor aloft in glorious spray
Stretching far, beyond, above
The triviality of each day
Ursa, Canis, Orion can't say
Enough of the magnitude of the whole
These names we give do not convey
The breathless awe that fills my soul
Starry, starry magnificent sky
How might your stellar music sound?
Our swelling hearts would surely cry
To hear your song of joy abound
I wholeheartedly agree with these words written by Abraham Lincoln, when he was only 19 years old:
"I never behold the stars that I do not feel that I am looking in the face of God. I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down upon the earth and be an atheist, but I cannot conceive how he could look up into the heavens and say there is no God."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem