The Blind Watchmaker

Like countless times before I built a watch
As flawless as before, yet greater comprehension
This work shows, for it's the first one I can't watch
The first one since my looks have died, I have to mention
Why count the time I neither have nor see?
Do only these decrepit hands ask for distraction?
The dusk of life already throws its dark veil over me
Is this dispersal heavenly connection?

Now that the night has befallen my sight
Auroras awake in the sock'ts of my eyes
The vision of God in blindness is found
Now echoes of science in silence resound
Since numb are my senses I hear them arise
It's just as I stated, like noise moves all light

Enlighten the obscurity that cloaks my lord's creation
Reveal its naked purity by harsh examination
You eyebright of epiphany, euphrasia's consolation
My natural father's poetry and God's futile donation

In the gravure of the lid I quote my father greatly awed:
"Blind and un-blind are one, the pious people will see God"

Enlighten the obscurity that cloaks my lord's creation
Reveal its naked purity by harsh examination
You eyebright of epiphany, euphrasia's consolation
My natural father's poetry and God's futile donation

Indeed peculiar is my declining kind
But I could name one more artificer like me
Inimitable is his clock, yet was he blind
He left his strange contrivance for archdeacons on a heath

futile donation
futile donation

Now that the night has befallen my sight
Auroras awake in the sock'ts of my eyes
The vision of God in blindness is found
Now echoes of science in silence resound
Since numb are my senses I hear them arise
It's just as I stated, like noise moves all light