i do not know so many things,
and this blank dearth of ignorange
is paralyzing, conquering at times
yet do i know enough to act,
to judge what's right each moment, and
to force my feeble self to do it, too?
do i but over-dramatize to say
that i walk blindly, when a light
is hanging o'er my head, if i'd but look?
save me from this revelry in weakness
and unmask me to your strength
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem