No matter,
Who is highest
And who is the smallest,
No one is
No way connected.
I know
You sleep,
A sound sleep
In your mud house.
And you are powerful,
I know what is good.
I count the matchsticks
In your pocket
And I hear the mew of the cat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cat, the symbol of time or say death. How small or how high one may be, he has to bound down by the time.