Does everything to have it,
Satisfy one who wishes...
For nothing more to get.
And this wish for nothing,
One gets is happiness.
To know this to have is everything.
After discovering things to wish,
With them to get...
Eventually become a waste of wishes.
Meaningless, temporary.
Wishes to wish to come.
But not wishes to stay and last.
Yet,
When happiness to know it and have,
Does come.
Means everything to have it.
Like nothing else to have had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem