There’s permanence in creation
Something eternal in the sky
It watches the rise and fall of many
And knows the reason why
It looks on the finest and coarsest
That we set under it’s eye
Musing, admiring, mourning in turn
And though I may soon pass and die,
As I cannot last forever,
There still will remain the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem