No one knows just where it will go-
For the heart's a solitary place,
Regarded thus, she is anything but a plus,
For she can pout or brood or ache.
The brain though is chaste and calm
One can learn from his pure action,
His logic, it will never fail-
For in him
there is absolutely no passion.
But whisk it with the heart
And he no longer is the same stone-
And no longer is he of pure logic-
He's a puppy who has turned itself around-
And has finally found a new home.
For the heart she fashions her own will
And molds the brain to it,
And logic's not just in the head anymore-
The heart has sealed a new holy writ!
Yes, head without heart can win at the start-
By un-busting a mixed-up plan anytime
But only with the heart can one fashion a new start
Which will lead to one's future sunny climb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem