No need to narrate
The history
When all know
The beauty.
Understanding is not cleared,
Measurement is not final,
Time is but limited and all,
Who are here know not how to reply.
Still, we are to collect
The utilization certificates.
Still, we are to realize
The truth of life.
It is love,
It is all beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem