Pity and anger
Go together
In memory
And as part of
Nature.
Blood and life,
All are
The capital
Belong to
The architecture.
Light lingers
With true words.
And we all
Watch with
Our letters.
Nothing to rebel
But to see
The method of
Living on earth.
The sky embraces all
For all are
There in the cloak.
Nothing is inside,
Nothing is outside also,
And That we all know,
Yet, we weave our
Own net
On either way
But no scene
Before the eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well structured poem that I like very much.