In drawing a circle, one bends a line,
To reach an end, one must start at the beginning,
Thus a circle begins and ends at the same location.
In weakness there is strength,
And in strength there is weakness;
In sadness there is gladness,
And in gladness there is sadness;
In truth there is error,
And in error there is truth.
Thus there is no purity in life;
There is only absolute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truism presented in a charming way feels like listening to a sage from yonder years.... liked