The young physician toils in attempt to find the right diagnosis
For there is much delight in knowing the patient’s burdens can be healed
The quest to find the cause of illness is sublime and a beauty of the divine
For it is in that sacred trust, that sacred beauty where in which the seeker finds his prize
Dost faith combine in eloquence
The quest is long and arduous and sometimes the right diagnosis cannot be found
Tither not and forsake not
A physician does not give up the quest for it is an eternal quest the path that he treads
He follows footsteps made by those before him and establishes a link for those who will
Come after him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem