The noise one makes to overtake someone's heart
Casts aside the love one contains for the Ultimate Love.
The hearts of a son who makes marriage a reality
Number two, for he uses one for himself and one for herself.
The real notion expressed by the mathematicians of this city
Is relished by those who watch the seasons and their splendour.
Turning of events causes more events to match with good deeds
That inhabit the doings of people who see the flight of birds.
The birds do not watch us with their flights,
But duty has a size of profit, a successful feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem