Loose Translation of Decoded Harappan

We worry about the people who mean
Well—we know we should be glad they exist,

Know that some day they might help us—but still
We sense good intentions are bad for us.

We’re better off ignored and neglected,
Though we know that, too, comes with many risks.

We are nothing if not of our era,
But we don’t have much to say to the age.

Leave us be, ok? Let us sit and wait
To be rediscovered some other day,

Once any scrap left of our time seems strange,
Rare fossils of a language no one speaks.