We found the life inside the heart,
We find it speak to the birds and moon;
Differences are higher than expected,
Life is a discovery of the wonderful man.
Let us stop the resentment, find the memory
Of some time in some place,
Subsisting as a whole lesson,
Rude joys are against the current of the stream.
We have disturbed the bath of troubles,
Life is a throne of the ultimate triumph,
Seated like a bird on a nest as home,
Living organisms have some world in them.
Arrivals are soon tempted to dissolve,
So clattering are the divine plates, as the divine
Life squeezes the pounds of brain-cells.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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