1. Have you seen the child, O keen-eyed one
Who is unaware of himself

2. He knows not what is near or far
He wants to grab the stars in his palms

3. He sees nothing but coldness outside of his mother
His concerns are to eat, sleep and cry

4. His ears know no melodies
His song is his tantrum and noise

5. His thoughts are heedless, weak in impact
Yet his words have clarity at their core

6. His questioning is but “Where am I?" and "When?"
At every moment, this is all.

7. Any engraving on him takes its form
And he follows whatever is different

8. His eyes either squeezed shut
His soul restless in anxiety

9. His thoughts adrift, ah beware
Like a falcon taught to hunt

10. Sent after prey cautiously
Then called to hurry back

11. Then the flames of thought envelop him
And he flings his toy in anger

12. You see his eyes wide open
Beating his chest as if to say "Here I am!"

13. And from memories he builds his soul
Tomorrow he ties to his yesterdays

14. He strings together beads of days like gold
Arranging pearls in wondrous strands

15. He throws his body here and there saying
"I used to see myself standing right there"

16. "This is the beginning of the intended life
The blessing of wakefulness returning to life

17. Like a nation in its genesis
Like a child, weak in bounty"

18. It is an infant soul not knowing
The essence shrouded in shells

19. Its day not yet joined to the morrow
Nor strung by dawn and dusk

20. And with the eye of the universe, a human sees
Everything except himself more clearly

21. After which end did the thread begin?
After her hands solved the knot

22. And when the ages manifest her powers
That latent consciousness becomes revealed

23. Lines erased and lines inscribed
Pages with her hands made clear

24. The individual shines when scattered
By fate's string of days upon him

25. The light of people from the ink of history
The self knows itself through memory

26. A nation that forgot its chronicle
The ages copy out its signs

27. You are a book written by history
Your thread - your connected days

28. Our clothes in time, the days
And the tailor guarding traditions

29. What do you see, O naive one, in man's history?
A tale, an amusement to pass the evening?

30. In its years, you see with the soul
In its guidance, you're knowledgeable about the past

31. It is the nerves of the nation's body
It is like a flame within the soul

32. It inspires you like a sharpened sword
Then casts you amidst the nations

33. What scented wood of wondrous hymns
The melodies of yesterday influencing it

34. The dormant flame flames within it
Its day makes yesterday present

35. A candle, the planet of the fortune of nations
It took the pledge of today and dark yesteryears

36. Its eye sees what has passed
And sees the vanished past made present

37. And old spirits in its cups
And yesterday's wines in its revelries

38. A hunter returns to our orchards for prey
A bird that once passed over our garden

39. So recall history and fortify yourself by it
Live by breaths that passed in its aroma

40. Seek strong ties between day and morrow
And pass your life willingly through them

41. Master the days against their course
Or live an aimless blind man of night and day

42. Call out from your past, your state made clear
And from the present state, your future appears