There are stars in the sky that stay even in the day they lay blanketed by the sun’s rays,

Hidden salt consumes the ocean waves but leaves no sign spare the bitter taste, of its incursion,

insects infest the ground we tread upon, yet they do not disturb the salubrious presence of the earth.

and so this is how men are, you cannot see the intricate vices and pleasantries that sculpt our nature

I cannot see the bakers love for his wife lest I go to his home and press my face up to his window

I cannot tell a person is good, spare I taste the sweetness of their charity over years.

the shell of a crab cannot express the silhouette of his own figure,

Just as the title of a book can be vague, it may often wrongly portray its own entrails

How can one man ever truly know another unless he watches with the same eyes, feel with the same hands think with the same mind, beat with the same heart,

He cannot.