Mysteries of living and dying are many, they lie about in some
people's minds where intellect instinctively tries to figure
out their equations and formulas.
Not liking that there's something they have not yet learned or
conquered; nondescript, wandering in depths of intellect,
constantly going to extremes and impossibilities.
Figuring out their eventual possibilities in measures of time,
lively and exciting thoughts being shared and used to enlighten
one another, hoping that all will be known in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem