the irony is this,
you have seen Jupiter and its moons
but from where you are standing
with your Hubble telescope
you cannot see the earth as you
spin with it.
the one who sees as from the moon
has marveled: an amazing marble of
green and blue and white
like the eyes of the mysterious woman from
faraway Pakistan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem