"The surgery is a short and quite a painless procedure",
the opthalmologist said. "We apply highly precise laser
technology. You will be out of the clinic in less than an
The painter looked at the machine.
It looked dreadfully intimidating.
But he said nothing.
"The device employs beams of high intensity",
the surgeon said. "It works with amplified light
by stimulated emission of radiation."
The painter remained silent.
Then the ophtalmologist began the cataract surgery.
He was a skillful operator. The laser beam was sharper
than knife and the doctor made with it four equal cuts
around the cornea.
Then with an ultrasonic probe he shattered
the painter's eye lens, which through the years
had been affected by progressive opacity.
The surgeon removed the worn-out old lens
and replaced it by a brand new acrylic lens.
When the painter left the hospital
he could hardly believe how the world suddenly became
so bright. His vision now was unclouded and crystal clear.
It did not take long and he took his palette and paint box
and his brushes and everything else he needed
and he went to the mountains.
Here the artist set up his easel on the rocky shore
of a blue lake. Now viewing the beautiful landscape
through his new acrylic lens, he took a deep breath
in the fresh, crisp morning air and emitted a deep sigh.
Surrounded by the magnificent beauty of nature
in all its glory, he watched for a while the emerald
green forest and the well- defined edges of the white
cumulus clouds and the flight of birds in the azure sky.
And then he started to paint the alluring scenery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem