On its own accord my eye changes
During the times of our society.
The other eye is heard by everyone somehow.
This is my connection to hearing,
For those blind see through no eyes
And so do not notice and explain and concoct.
My existence is mostly from the horizon,
It beams its thought on my head and ceases.
Well made is my eye, yours is to see,
Yet will you notice my blindness somehow?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem