To know the vast world is an impossible task,
It's so much mysterious that we can never think it in our open eyes,
Every moment we read the world
And begin to believe that we are close to reach our destination,
We are foolish to believe so,
In fact in such situation the mystery of the world becomes deeper and deeper.
The process continues and it never comes to an end,
Even in our old age and with our old wrinkled face,
We wonder and wonder to see
That the mystery shrouds everywhere in the world
And it proceeds endlessly farther and farther.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem