The waves run high and low
and the earth has pits and mounds.
Fruits are sour and sweet.
Ugly and beauty are all beings.
Black and white live beside.
Light and dark follow each.
Pleasure succeeds Pain.
A dynasty's rule wasn't eternal.
Poets appeal either to heart
or mind except a few rare.
Divide and rule some devils
but integrate and shine the angels.
Rule of parties alternate. If anyone
dares to break this Nature's law,
that is his flaw which pushes him
into the jaws of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem