In the year two thousand, I will be still alive,
And so will other animals and worms.
There still will be vegetables and germs,
And mundane life as ever, rain or shine. Not the earth to stop revolving will tend,
Neither the seas to dry nor the air to condense;
Each day will be a new one, not the last hence;
And the world - humanity - will face no end. Wars will continue to erupt here and there
As an ordeal to test Man's thirst for Peace.
Poverty, ignorance, and diseases will not cease,
For egoism, greed, and cruelty will not care. But, anywhere on the globe, in any event,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem