What will happen?
To what?
These verses!
Now they lie hidden in obscurity.
Is it better for them to shine the while?
For me it is better.
And there a command to obey to the letter.
What will happen to these verses?
will they be undisclosed with dust on them
When their maker goes and lie forgotten?
Then who can guarantee
That yet five thousand years from hence
Or more
Or less
Earth will be singing each and every verse?
For Earth has changes of style as changes of heart
And we that move with Earth, un revolving
Yet
As revolving:
We, humans change heart as change style.
Our propensity that, therefore, to it be prone:
: Almost an axiom, that, my Monsignor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem