This man with only one good eye,
Had labored long to find
The path to God, in a troubled world
That seemed completely blind.
He saw man's temples rise and fall,
He saw nature's wrath prevail;
He saw the mighty dominate
The humble, meek and frail.
He studied faith's theologies
And watched their wars unfold;
His two eyed friends excuses were-
'These things have been foretold'.
Still, on he searched the mysteries
Of life's final afterglow;
Till, void of hope, he realized
Some things we cannot know.
Today, they closed his one good eye,
As nature planned, he died;
Could he with two good eyes have seen,
What is on the other side?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem