As dark clouds
can deceive the mind
white clouds can win the heart
sometime it's easier to tell a lie
and more difficult to speak the truth
the difference between
truth and falsehood
is only by choice
the closeness to reality
is not a mirage
but a moment to rejoice
like the difference
between dust and mud
can be compared
to joy and sorrow
it's more difficult to change
a habit of thought
than to live with discipline
for others to follow
the stream of knowledge
cannot be separated
by time and space
so does the waves of desire
which only the ocean can replace
the treasure from the silence
will forever remain in the deep
it will eliminate every obstacle
and will not leave
any cause to weep
like the stars hidden
into the sky
which is awaken in the night
the power of one's intelligence
runs parallel to the clouds
for the world to light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem