Oh Mister, closing eyes see whatever be seen
Giving no ears hear whatever be heard
Even closing the mouth can chat.... isn't?
O Mister, what not be understood go
Uncultivable sterile land
Make yourself seed and sow..
The heart full of fire:
Rain or not rain what makes difference
Some day be sprouted
Flowers of fire blooming
The amazing sky broken down with the old crazy sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem