I listen,
You listen,
In fact, everybody listens
With true attention and reverence
In this important situation,
Still nothing fruitful happens,
Absolute emptiness reigns
In the entire region,
It seems strange,
The wisest poet of the world
Tries his best
To know the reason,
But in vain;
He listens the blank voice everywhere.
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