There isn’t much that I don’t know
Of life that I have lived but once,
This doesn’t mean my life was full
A fool would dare to say as much;
A fool I’m not nor ever been.
The little that I do not know
Is difficult to seek and find
For what’s unknown, what do I seek?
If I search for what’s imagined
all I know is simply wasted.
The little that’s unknown to me
In spite of it I learned to see
That what you know is tried and true
It’s what you don’t know can hurt you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem