What is knowledge? What is wisdom?
My sight seeks a candle, with a flame,
And the eyes are finally better, it is
The candlelight of good shining quality.
One may be wise when a small number
Of people are listening and reacting,
But the light from anywhere is cast
With such a holiness that the candle is only slight.
Knowledge this day is relished, abducted
By the wise candlelight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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