In our exile, we try desperately
To cultivate the wastelands of our souls.
We build huge towers that pierce the skies.
We make great leaps of creativity.
O We have now invented cyberspace!
Yet we seem to lack a profound sense of
The spiritual. O we need wisdom.
For it's not measured by worldly success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem