Nearest to the thoughts from a condensed mind,
Filled with vague emptiness and ambiguity,
Is the heart that drains away that which is learned,
Harkened to for a while but let go for obscurity,
But the heart that retains that which it learned,
Is by itself of valour, conquering and so mighty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem