Thy refuse to see the mystery underneath death?
Thy believe death has no part on your life at all?
Thy are deluded, thy are in illusion
Thy take interest in gross and forget the subtle
Thy hear a lot of sound and can't listen the silence
Thy need to acknowledge on this fact first
If thy has even a least urge to be in the real world...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem