Though proud to count myself a working man,
By this graceless state I will not be defined.
Though thoughts transcend the commonplace
I would not make a sham palace of the mind
No flighted discourse ever fed the starving child
No plough brought comfort to the weary heart
No poem ever built shelter for the homeless man
Nor can happiness be found tethered to the cart
Vast riches cannot replace the time exchanged
Intellect and reason cannot your death forestall
Seek not to separate your body from your soul
It is not division but love that makes us all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem