It's a great sphere,
Joy and pleasure reigns here,
But the wise man thinks it incomplete,
So he builds a little dome
Of pain and suffering in it,
Then he believes that
The realm is perfect and complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel like in this world, a spherical earth...human really live in a perfection as what we thought and to believe, all around the surface in the globe. We look for the trouble as we never look for what come after. Thats why looking for perfection is fine but note that imperfection is perfect as it own. Thats why sphere is not spherical to the eyes of judgemental.