Through a spectacle I viewed the world
The power of its lenses didn’t suit me at all
Everything was but blurry and unclear
Left me with a migraine not easy to bear.
Through another spectacle I viewed again
Its lenses’ power fortunately suited me plain
Every view through it was sharp and clear
Away from obstacles safely I could steer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem