The Border Line Poem by Tuwa Noor

Can you draw a precise line
between sorrow and happiness?
Look at the delightful feeling on the face!
When eyes are filled with crystal tears.
Endless joy diminishes like the water ofa quiet lake.
Infinite happiness springs there in a distressed life.
The pain lives inside the happiness,
and the happiness lives in the hut of suffering.

The day enters into the cave of the night gradually.
Night disappears in the body of the day.
Can you draw a fine linebetween day and night?
Like a night is on one ofthe side
and the day is on the other side of a cotton yarn?
There is no distinct line between life and death,
Man walks with death in his hand,
The first day of birth, he begins the account of his life.

Like the discrete geographical line
between two regions of lands
or a fence of barbed wire,
can you so easy separate them
with a remarkable visible border line?