In taking on his specialty
he was taking comfort
in responsibility and accountability,
in both of which
every other specialist was
and could not not be also taking comfort.
In not taking on his,
the misguided specialist
could not take comfort.
Misguided specialists converted.
The specialist who was unsatisfied by qualified comfort
meddled in and messed up others' domains.
The one who was satisfied said, 'Love and leave;
in his own comfort's where this guy remains.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are we all no more than meddlers unsure of our domains? Specializing in each uncertainty.