Read to me about life
for I know not what these words mean.
Are they but curving ink on paper
or is there something
that I cannot understand,
that I cannot comprehend,
which makes them beautiful?
Tell me the tale that the letters weave,
a web of wonder which does no good
for the illiterate, the few who know not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem