O you fleeting shadows, O you crude, fevered rats
In the rat race; constantly chasing your own tails;
Don't you know that you'll soon be dust? ! You will not last.
I'm working towards a higher goal. I've set sail
On cosmic seas. My prize will be eternity!
That is the main difference between you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem