My mind tells me that nothing is perfect in nature,
While I look at the sky like a keen observer,
I cannot but ponder over the matter again,
How can the sky be so perfect then?
The rain lets me think of perfection also,
Chiefly when the painting in the air called rainbow,
Does emerge flawlessly,
Like a beautiful Greek deity!
Is the sun not spotless?
Is the moon not matchless?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem