Eating drinking sleeping
And we know nothing else.
We talk to ourselves
And we have forgotten
What is to be done.
Up above the sky, we see
Our own reflections and
On earth, we failed to
Take any correct decisions.
What we know and what
We ignore, no one can say.
But at night I hear the cry,
The cry of the bird on the top
Of the tree, ancient and perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem