If you try to fly high,
the earth will never permit you to walk-
if you want to move forward, you will surely fall.
If you try to roll about on earth,
dust particles will make you untidy
and you will get kicked like a football.
I wish to walk on earth.
I will never try to jump,
so the question of flying never arises
and my shoes will protect me from dust.
Blindness is death,
pride is breath
and forgetfulness is hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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