One thing was pulled up
The other was pulled down
Between them no supply of sap
Neither have the same feeling
Nor on the same point same interest
A crack is appeared on the surface
They are totally detached
In the adiabatic process
There is a place, vacant
The heat will not go out
Neither the cool will come in
In between them there is a gap
The generosity of the top
Never comes down to the ground
The prayer of the bottom
Never reaches up
There is a profound gap
One leads a life, extravagant
The other without food.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
adiabatic process, whatever acquired will sustain....gap 'tween application and supplication nice poem