Instead of water the current of this river is fire
Over the river is a pond
The water of this pond is as sweet as honey
In between is a bridge
The bridge is as sharp as the edge of a blade
To those who do not believe its maker
But it is wider than any high way of the world
To a person who believes
If this bridge is a creation then it must have a creator.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem