اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
To hide beauty
We grow thin inside.
What is possessed is nothing
But empty notions, curious trifles;
The water is thick with monsters.
If anything big were like loneliness,
This mirage would disappear.
