The astronomer gazed and dazed
With his mighty visionary telescope
The more he saw the less he knew
The more he wanted to
The astrologer closed his eyes for a while
Read a few gibberish books
And he knew everything
He had stones to cure all.
The astronomer scraped thousands of papers
Millions of calculations and he knew
That he knew nothing of this universe
The astrologer wiped the palms of the fools
And he knew all the secrets to life and death.
The astronomer bent down his head
To the massive stretch of the galaxies
He had everything he needed he had nothing yet
The astrologer, his head held high in utmost confidence proclaimed
'I control destiny'
As the stupid fools kneeled and bestowed their fates
The holy saint meditating for a thousand years on
Has seen it all before, so he smiled softly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem