I see an important book
In my poetic vision,
Strange questions come
In my mind,
'Is it the first book of the world?
Or is it the last book of the world? '
I begin to think deeply
In my inquisitive mind,
After a prolonged thought
I realise....
It is actually the penultimate book of the world,
Which has not yet concluded
The crucial chapter of the most important sphere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem