I know bumpy roads, calmer to the sight,
Clumsiness yet is mistaking these journeys.
My seeing is for my goodness that sits,
Bitter truth shall exist after too much repose.
The wisdom so attracted to my head
Is like a vehicle only for my soul.
Existent qualities hear me as I walk
The distance of a mighty river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem