Nine spires stand afloat upon the sea,
And rise upwards into the deep blue sky!
-The mark of human prowess fantasy,
Arising from the waters cyan nigh.
Tall spires steeple-like, most wonderful,
An architect of human mind and skill;
Just built to show that they are beautiful;
Ignoring logistics of labor, bill.
A treat to all who love to admire;
-A sign of human glory immense stands;
-A feat by engineers who inspire;
Reminder glowing of some foreign hands!
What for it stands like this, still no one knows!
Just proof of mind’s and heart’s greatness, God-made!
A beauty extravaganza, of course;
A thing man-made that takes much time to fade!
Man thinks he made this feat all on his own;
Without God’s grace, man can’t do things alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem