Chapter 32 blind

Behold them, my soul; how ugly they are! Like a puppet; slightly funny; Terrible and strange as a sleepwalker; Their mysterious eyeballs were looking at nowhere. Their eyes, devoid of divine gleam, seemed Looking into the distance, as if always lifted to the blue sky; You'll never find them on the ground He casually lowered his heavy head. Thus they passed through the eternal silent brother-- Endless darkness.Ah, the city! When you sing, laugh, and cry around us, Intoxicated with pleasure-seeking to the point of cruelty, look!I'm struggling too!only more numb than them, I asked myself, "What are they looking for in the sky, all these blind people?"