Very finely it is said;
Friendship, to those
Who are happy,
Compassion to those,
Who are sad,
A feeling of pleasure to those,
Who are virtuous,
And indifference to those,
Who are the sinners.
But I failed to understand
Who is virtuous and who is not.
I failed to understand
What is going on where
And for what purpose.
I failed to understand
Who is doing what
And for whom.
But everything is neat and clean
As you said, but to follow
Is a bit difficult for me.
Yet I am with you
And I am going from you
To you here all the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything is never neat and clean. I think that is where the problem is. Interesting philosophical writing. Makes one think. Thanks for sharing.