Listen close now my son,
There lies an empty mountain
With but one thing there inside
A blessing of eternal wealth
They said
A Blessing of peace and mind
So a man went to uncover
This ancient mystery
He found three men who asked him
Oh, what do you here see
Confused, he said
I see three men
Oh, what do you hide from me
Ignoring they reply
Then here is what you seek
This blessing of eternal wealth
They said
This blessing of mystery
He comes a little closer
To see what may lay therein
For then all three men together
Plunged there knives in him
As he lay there dying
He said, you lie to me
No, you do not understand
For this is what you seek
The blessing of ancient mystery
The blessing of peace and mind
The blessing you must not seek
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem