Pose a new thought for all to see,
Adjust it and as much as you like
Consider the differences that stretch your mind,
Its capacity is not small and never too large.
I respond to rough nature of feeling,
Instead the fight I casually experience is beyond me.
Fighting the war is like consuming fire through one’s belly,
And the same defence is made,
A reason I command for purposes.
The mind works forever, as I do.
The philosophy has a question to me.
It contains feathers, werewolves and princes,
For your very salvation or distress.
The mind is again a horror.
We must fight the suffering that I have made,
To abandon it can make us happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem