A spark neglected burns the house down.
Fires thus started soon engulf the town.
The town, centre of trade and education,
is reduced to cinders in the conflagration.
A spark; fires of ill-will start
a blaze within the darkness of the heart.
Tortured, it breeds flames it cannot smother,
seeks ease in sharing suffering with another.
Soon all the world’s a furnace of confusion.
And here the matter rests - without conclusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem