You know only about a handful of sands
Their shapes, sizes and sounds
They create when they slip down your palms
You are far away from the center
If there exists one
Where may be He sits in his chair
Of diamond
That is what most precious to us
Far beyond the stretch of sands
You can only imagine
For your knowledge is limited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem