"You've been crying for days
and for nights now.
What is it, sky,
that makes you sad
and troubles your mind? "
"I saw a man
playing with the pain
of another man.
I offered him the sun
to let him live.
He said no
because he didn't have
tears of compassion.
This is why I cry.
They are the tears
that man doesn't want to shed
in front of the pain.
And the rain will never stop."
9.2.'15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem