I am born within the gentle lights of morning
And raised anew with virtue and peace
As I live and laugh in the warmth of afternoon
I know that I must to join the dying dusk of day
To be born, to live and to die is this life's guiding hand
Yet it is this brevity in our destinies that give us meaning
For while the mortal cycles of day cannot be bartered
It is the immortal soul of man that will never fall dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
too bad more people don't take better care of their immortal soul