Classic Poem

The mountains win without moving;
the sea wins without loss of one wave;
the stars win;
they always return and the moon also returns.

But the mountains, the sea, the stars and the moon
do not celebrate;
patiently they grieve and wait
for a man to come and say:
" The heart was a cancer;
it has been removed.
The brain was poison
With which I destroyed;
it has been destroyed.
The flesh was fire
burning all it touched;
it has been burned. "

Mountains, sea, stars, moon,
your man is coming.
You shall yet have a long sleep.