The urge to excel is to be extolled with harp and lyre
Heaven gets created by the longing eternal for the ethereal
Life's eternal longing for itself constitutes Universes blissful
Even silence is alive with throbbing, soulful notes beautifully lyrical
In a dream daringly human, we see the dust blooming and ourselves immortal
O Lord, wont you forgive us, as we indulge in our fond follies for a little while?
At your mighty trumpet call, we leave our toys and surrender sobbing, tearful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Follies of mankind on earth! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.