The poem
Our eyes are limpid drops of water. In each drop exists a tiny sign of our genius which has given life to cold iron. Our eyes are limpid drops of water merged absolutely in the Ocean that 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 tears had failed to emerge from the infinite Ocean if the strength had dispersed, we could never have mated the dynamo with the turbine, never have moved those steel mountains in water easily as if made of hollow wood. The masterpiece of these eyes the fulfillment of their genius of our unified labour the living iron.
I like so much this poem...is very romantic, Guzel ,romantik koşuk.