As a chalk board is really nothing without chalk,
The natural course of life is something logic cannot scorn.
Is it surprising that man, when he is born,
Knows how to cry before he learns how to talk?
Is it just a natural phenomenon that makes no sense?
Is it something on what’s thought we should deepen?
Could it be that speaking is just pretense,
And we actually talk by laughing or weeping?
Oh yes, spoken words are premeditated;
We speak out what we want others to hear.
Every person, whether learned or uneducated
Can make unknown to others the thoughts he holds dear.
Thus unspoken words are to be watched out for,
Rather than that which is but the mouth’s chore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem