See the light, comprehend
Read signs, make amends
Look at the mud my friend
You will be that, in the end
Be slow to quickly reprehend
Be worthy to so represent...
Working without compliment
Giving without due evidence..
Any oaf can be president
But in the fire yet unbent
Forged by the hand you lent
In silent cosmos resplendent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Standing at the crossroads Trying to read the signs To tell me which way I should go To find the answer And all the time I know Plant your love and let it grow Eric Clapton - (Let It Grow)