Oh, the blameless, mighty Sun, of
immortal;
And of, the innocent, incandescent
radiant Moon,
The confused beings, walks on this
lively earth;
Was here, and is, and will be as mortal
ever,
No one is permanent; but the deceased is
perpetual;
Destined to stay, for unknown consent,
for limited span,
Bound to prey, one another, for to
survive
Survival of the fittest; that enlisted
in every mind
Why these lives; for what to know
Why these forms; for what to realize
Why these spans, of space and time on
earth
While the earth, the trial ground of the
creator
Along with other globes; to orbit around
you
While the moon that spins around the
earth
Who are these? And, what are these?
Why are these? And, to whom are these
Good for that
walks on earth for constant evolution
The Poor are
those, that spins and spins as immortal
