Looking at a person is like water running,
You please the senses by feeling peace,
And when ice becomes itself you swear
That men and women have dissolved into liquid.
Offer them some peace with greetings,
Look like them in ways known to you,
So that by making essentials a peace,
Peace is essentially won, victory is complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem