How mad are our hearts!
They feed fire with fire.
They throw gasoline on cinders.
They incite insanity.
And when we burn in flames
We douse them with water fountains.
Every day our hearts think
one or the other foolish thing.
Hearts were made for love
not for thinking.
But when our heads are empty,
Our hearts go awry.
They do foolish things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem