They are thinking,
All day they are thinking.....
About nought,
It gives them great peace and satisfaction,
I stare at them for a long time,
They never ask themselves,
'Why? '
They firmly believe....
'We are absolutely right in thinking
About nothingness,
As every great thing in this world always happens from nought, '
The sun sets,
The tired birds return to their nests,
Slowly the dark evening casts its spell,
But the question and the answer remains deeply relevant
With a powerful voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem