Our eyes are limpid drops of water.
In each drop exists a tiny sign of our geniuswhich has given life to cold iron.
Our eyes are limpid drops of watermerged absolutely in the Oceanthat you could hardly recognize the drop in a block of ice in a boiling pan.
The masterpiece of these eyes the fulfillment of their genius the living iron.
In these eyes filled with limpid pure tearshad failed to emerge from the infinite Oceanif the strength had dispersed,we could never have mated the dynamo with the turbine,never have moved those steel mountains in watereasily as if made of hollow wood.
The masterpiece of these eyes the fulfillment of their genius of our unified labour the living iron.
Translated by Taner Baybars
