The human eyes can't count the road-side trees;
To count, you need to see with clarity;
Not many things our eyes discern with ease,
Sometimes, our eyes deceive what a pity?
Thus, human faculties are limited;
And yet, men boast that they can reach the stars;
In doing things, sense-organs are knitted;
Such harmony is needed to win wars.
With earthly eyes, man sees not things divine;
But still, some men call themselves Demi-God;
Between the two, Man, God, clear is the line;
God is God and man clearly came from clod.
No man can ever fly bird-like in skies;
A truth, he fails to accept, till he dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem