The Death of the Owls' Eyes' Heart

Shall we take a look at one's merits,
When what exists are only critiques and confrontation?
Is it not also humanity's benefits,
When one also has conscience and consolation?

Shall we take a look at one's merits,
When one grows and sharpens merely logics?
Does logic only have the ability to corrupt trust,
While heart has the ability the corrupt doubts?

Shall it be one's eloquence,
The perks which become the sole cornerstone?
Why are the world so enchanted to empty sophisticated words,
While the modest wisdom of the olds left abandoned?

'Tis my question to the world,
To my homeland, and to my clan.
My grief, my sorrow, is for the death of the owl's eye's heart.