In the desert of woes
lies the siltation
of the heart:
Where the incorruptible
corrupted by the well-known
innocent!
The unknown be known
by the ingenuity
of the dumb!
And the riches of them
all is the poor
among the rich:
By reciprocity,
we can see the poorness
of the rich,
while we may felt
the richness of the poor!
Ah, such a catastrophic
tremor of the truth indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GREAT poem, very deep and honest,