By what hand causes the wind to blow?
The same hand, no doubt, that casuses the sun to shine,
The moon to glow, the rain to fall.
Whoms hand pushes the waves so calmly.
Whoms hand puches the waves so violently.
Who allows us to love and to hate,
Who allows us to live and to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem