The English version below is a standard translation and not a direct result of the ‘Poets Translating Poet' Encounter.
The night cannot catch up with the day,
The winter never touches the summer,
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What you take for a mirror
Is not a mirror really,
It's a ruthless cruel glass
No use blaming the mirror
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Pilgrims are out searching for a holy land,
Both breathing and pace take on speed,
Winter sings in a north-facing house,
Twelve virgins keep coming back in an endless cycle,
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