Doctors are in the sky,
The sky is in the long lane we catch;
A thrust in the street of heaven
Calls the medically trained individual.
In the sky is a blind man called the constellation
Young and happy, feeling and brave,
On the promises of the future.
Brave and lovely is the gargantuan skull
Of the river, a ray of hope,
The lover of water, the living of lanterns,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem