Something excels us, while we work and play,
Underneath the village river of working day.
A man has arrived from a deep forest
To share and process the complaint he made before in earnest.
Goggles are worn to protrude the talk
Of a woman and a man that disbelieve
In the way the world has offered more praise.
May we connect to find more ways than one
In the things we do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem