زبــان ســـــرا

I wonder why

- -And this very pain harrows my

Man

This sage, this prophet

Has not fathomed the secret of love

- Something beyond miracle-

In this attempts

Why

For what reason

Has he has not yet

Recognized love

Ignorant is he of the wonders lying

Within a smile

I believe that in this world

To be good, in sooth, is the easiest of tasks

And I do not know

Why Man

Is so alien to Goodness

And this very pain harrows my soul