you must not go that way, that way
is the darkness, is the cold
that fingers your heart
the end that
encircles your chest
like the python round its prey
but we can't point the way
that you can take, for all ways
lead to the bottomless pit; all
ways we find now were but gilded
and have each has lost its lustre:
the truth is bitter, there is no truth
so one can only say: go not that way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem