O what is there my dear
Is it a face and if yes
Who is the owner of this face
This is face-fight, you see.
O natural face artificial face
Face and face and face
you see no face no face
Face I am searching in the race.
That is revolving
Again and again in poetic order
And the sky commanded
With evening tone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem