People throw away the grain of truth and swallow the remnants of lies
The body floats in the normal stream of dirty water
Like a worn-out leaf of a tree swaying in the wind, like a cloud maiden with tearless eyes
Like a drop of rain falling on the bosom of the soil, it disappears in an instant
Like the wails of broken dreams all around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem