RIMA IV

  Never say your lexicon is exhausted,
that for lack of content, the lyre is silent.
There may be no poets, but there will
            always be poetry!

  As long as rolling waves are caressed
            by the kiss of light;
as long as the sun clothes the clouds
            with fire and gold;

  as long as the air can bring us
            perfumes and harmonies;
as long as there is spring time,
            there will be poetry!

  As long as science fails to discover
            the origin of life,
and the sea or the sky holds an abyss
            that defies explanation;

  as long as Humanity continues advancing
            toward an unknown goal;
as long as mankind has unsolved mysteries,
            there will be poetry!

  As long as the soul can be happy
            without a smile on its lips;
as long as one is able to cry without
            tears in one’s eyes;

  as long as heart and mind
            keep on battling;
as long as there are hopes and memories,
            there will be poetry!

  As long as there are eyes that mirror
            the eyes that look at them;
as long as sighing lips can respond
            to lips that sigh;

  as long as two souls can feel they are
            joined in a kiss;
as long as there is a beautiful woman,
            there will be poetry!