Light:
It approves; with the midnight; hearts blue of red life
where being proportionate to it's dark taught intentions
and where it is never from thus, born.
It contributes as for each; a drop, small amount that still is.
Does it not reach out to, unto in thought with your favor,
with no accident or disturbance, the support of a human
person, humble/d of our obligations us/the through us,
and we are not ever done; … In order, on that hand.
Being us, for we, to do to they by us, with us/we\our intended behavior,
know it is necessary, to each by they whom would intend it,
understanding it, by it, swimming thought it,
brought forth through every birth, that is thine.
And while owing, paying the debt of appreciation to those,
which are not counted/discarded never the less contributed.
That now, almost all, with out motives/less, recognize even,
while selfishness there is charity of a self completely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem