The reason is destiny.
Fire leaps over
One piece of wood
And sets fire
To the nest.
Soul transmigrates
From one body to another
In the life next.
It is unseen destiny
That can not be ascertained
By practical experimental knowledge.
O my dear, be satisfied
Everything is here being done
By Supreme providence.
Destiny is the reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem