Oh mighty ships aweigh with gold
of spices, silk and jade
oh Bacchus with his goblet bold
and nymphs with golden braids
Oh Pharaohs powerful and strong
and mighty Sphinx that guard
the Valley of the Kings in tombs
embalmed in spikenard
Oh cunning workmen forming gates
with precious emeralds
encrusted in fine forms of wood
for homes of generals
Oh clever masters of their craft
who fashion clocks so fine
for emperors and queens to own
and worship in their shrines
Oh mighty lions at the gates
of castles and their moats
so fierce and powerful they seem
with bristling sandy coats
Oh grand and wise philosophers
of gloried Ancient Greece
oh weighty tomes and pomp of Rome
admired golden fleece
Where will you be when that time comes
when there will be no light
when sun and moon turn off their beams
and none can flee or fight?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem