What color is the wood near horizon? -
It's blue – answers a man.
Why is it green when you come closer?
And do we believe ourselves so much?
The eyes of our souls are even blinder.
It's worse than God's eyesight and not the eagle's.
But we still seek to rebuke someone -
His soul is black - but it is white and sinless!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem