The one-eyed Sun
Showers its light to The peaks and plains
But a man has two eyes
And a bridge of nose
The bridge of nose does not Work like a bridge over a river
Despite it knows how to differentiate
It makes a man knowledgeable Regarding peaks and plains
It becomes a bridge between two Lenses of eyeglasses
But not between two eyes
If it razes
The two eyes will meet
And can treat like
The one-eyed Sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem