Everything is like everything,
and nothing is like nothing.
Everything turns to nothing,
and nothing is already nothing.
It is like mathematical logic:
everything does not last long—
only to end in nothing,
while nothing is already nothing.
Philosophically, therefore,
everything is close to nothing.
But poetry is no science,
and a poet must say:
Everything turns to nothing,
yet everything is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem