What is there in the sky?
Is not that a poem!
You nodded your head
O, the poem is the best shed.
Our room is this night
Let us go and take rest,
But come with a new poem
That is in the east,
written by right hand.
Hearing the discourse of the birds
We rose and started again our journey
The sky is not empty at that time,
And we have arisen to go deep in to the sky
And again we are followed by the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let us read the poem for the sky..