There's a singing in the world that
everyone can hear but few
will ever understand the song
of the persecuted who for their
beliefs they are mistreated.
And how do you find the joy
in their song? Where is the sorrow,
the bitterness? There is no sorrowness,
no bitterness. Yet there is little joy. So
how do you translate a song that has
no voice? How do you understand
a song where no understanding can
be found? The way to do this is just to
listen and hear this song called silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem