The Closed Eyes. Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt

I see your eyes, oh! blind beggar.
I wonder how you could be so happy,
just like the stream of warm water, which brings comfort to all
creatures great and small.
You shed a tear of joy and I shed a tear of sorrow,
full of horror, which will never leave tommorrow.
you shine so bright and you are always right, with full of might
but still no fright, of the word 'death'.
to you 'death' is beautiful,
just like a rose, becaue you know where you will go when you die,
just like a innocent fly,
you cry when you are hurt,
because you know you are just dirt, by birth.
but to me, you are like an angel, whom inside the soul is very white and
so bright.
you fill the sky with star light and you shine all throughout the night
even though, you are blind, oh! beggar.