Blood is very bad in smell and stomach is filled with dirt

Unknown we are to each other is a fact.

Helplessly, no one is known to any other
In any real terms....

The same way are god and truth unknown....

Very big and great both God and truth are…

Still they are unseen and unknown
Even as the smallest and tiniest....

Very close and face to face are both God and truth.

Still unnoticed are they
Even as a dot in the farthest distance

To be unknown is not a disqualification...

Rather it is a qualification, real and big ...

To be known and seen is, rather,
A disqualification,
The real confinement.

So, are the truth and God
Keeping on to be unknown and unseen.

Strangers on the strange paths are
Friends to each other....
Unknowingly to each other.

So are there lots of novelties in their life.
So is a woman looked as beautiful.

Once known and seen closer
Things are ugly.
Or, at least, are not beautiful
Or, at least, they become old...

Blood is very bad in smell
And no one's stomach is filled
Other than with dirt…

Still a beautiful woman
Is very beautiful,
For our ignorance and distance.