Is not life simple and long
And narrow and flat and parallel?
Are not we split at the base,
Finely ribbed and glabrous?
Yes, life is there at the junction,
Junction of birth and death.
Water-coloured life is in the sky
And the sky is there within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, life is simple when we all do the right thing. Nice work.