Yes we all see
But believe what we will,
For all that we have
little we may accept.
Although much we may know
little it may show
knowledge,
a stream to drink from
but it drowns us
to lands unknown
were confusion is grown
one gulp then another
at no point we stop to wonder
till the light grows faint
as we drown to the yonder
our faces are white
our minds are dull
our hearts are cold
or lost after all
of the much that we know
and more that we own
thread carefully, and see
how beautiful it is to live,
if we are not as drunk as the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem