The western sky at sunset
Looks like a cindering carpet
As if all the hatred in the world
Were reflected on vast mat
The western sky at the sunset
Looks like a blood stained mat
As if all the inhumanity in the world
Were reflected in a hateful pact
The western sky at the sunset
Looks like a vast purple net
As if all the selfishness in the world
Were ready to trap every sect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem