A stranger came to a strange house.
Who is inside? asked the stranger.
The insider, slightly, opened the door.
Seeing the uncanny face of the stranger,
the insider shut the door quickly against the outsider.
'What is so strange in me which always estranges me',
exclaimed the outsider.
Resolved to penetrate the enigma of the inside,
the outsider broke the door, broke it into pieces.
The mystery of the inside is thus unravelled.
The mystery is mysteriously engraved
on the surface of the closed door.
And the door is made of wood
taken from the deep forest of fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would like to see more poems from this writer. A stranger came to a strange house... that line does not work at all.