Oh wish I do for a word or two
From a man wise through and true
As wisdom is a nectar
Bred by nature in bloom
As far as for the cold thinker
With his chin on his fingers
A maxim remains bona fide
"The fool doth think he is wise
But the wise man knows himself
To be a fool"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem