Tell me what is an image
And tell me what are the sounds
That are coming from that image.
You have eyes you are telling
Tell me what is the Truth and
How far it is spreading within you.
You have mouth you are telling
Tell me where is the sounds
That are here at the hours of departure.
O my dear, really tell me
If you are able to see anything
If you are able to speak something
Producing such sounds that are
Full of Truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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