How in wonder
Man is created
For all other
Created beings
To him to surrender
Even nature
In its ferocious range
He still subdues
He ensnares all the beasts
And the trisky ones he sharpens
His skill to catch
Even fires of great magnitude
He skillfully quenches
And sails on seas no matter
Their tempest rage
When the waves roar around him
His path he adroitly finds
In the midst of the
Towering surge
He entraps the sweetest birds
For him to sing in an enclosed
Surrounding
Everything under his feet
The good old book says
Is subjected
And he is little less
Than the Angles
The Book declares
Albeit it also tell us
That he is defenseless
Against all powerful death
Alas, however its power is only
Transient and simply ephemera;
For death itself
Will surely die!
