Shall we compare it to total darkness?
Of what essence is a shining morning star to a blind man?

Truly, the earth is full of limitations.
So is the journey of man.

Like summer, the morning of a man  is full of vigor,
Noon like liquor, intoxicating!

Hasty we are, the youth of now generation,
Much hasty they will be, the youth of tomorrow generation.

Hasty to shine the light, to lit up the path to success.
Just like small dolphins, our hopes swallowed by sharks of the big oceans.

Giving us lamps to dig the tunnels that lead to tomorrow,
with a thick blindfold to keep our mind in check.

Shall we then say we are better off slaves?
Even our dimmest hope is not without limitation