Why do we ask for them towards the gates of heaven?
Why do the idols of disappointment, distress and difficulty keep our bulb?
Why did the sacred decision join us when we do not hear and see?
Why do the tables of judgement concave from the weight of the heavens?
Why does the Earth connect its glow with appearance?
When do the educators hug our eyes with glory?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem