The wide road,
The broad path,
Plated with gold,
Attractive from birth.
The narrow way,
Hard to go,
Shinning in light,
Filled with fright.
Hidden treasures,
Seen by imagination;
How do you prove what you can't see?
Ever tried to prove the depth of the sea?
It's the path of faith.
Glittering treasures,
Seen with carnal eyes;
How much treasure lies beneath the seen?
Isn't it rational to hold on to the seen?
Living the moment is the name.
The wide road
Takes a crowd,
And this path
Really has a crowd.
The narrow way
Takes just a few,
And on this road
You'll find just a few.
Before you walk these paths
Look at its travellers
From a distance,
Think for an instance;
Can't you see what they're going through?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem