When we look at the palms of the sculptors,
We would see the scars that had brought out the beauty,
From the raw stones or the metals,
When we look at the homes of intellectuals,
We would see the hardship that had taught them,
How to do the masterpieces,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Behind every great creation, there remains a long untold story of shedding sweat and blood.... very true