Having been sprawled along my Way,
As the beginning and the end...
As the end and the beginning...
Again I feel the lack of sufficiency... of fulfilment...
And begin all my affairs - again. An end - is so near...
Between the beginning and the end - there is the contents.
Well or bad? Right or wrong?
Or it is better to correct the whole?
Who can prompt the right answer?
I wish not to be wrong!
Where is a sign? Who is such bright-minded, what soul
Can help to make good from bad?
To correct the state of light
In the life span?
Who can? To make this without seeing, hearing, understanding?
Or to leave all to the next time? ...
Zero - is the birth...
The end - is one? Who knows? Ever?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem