Kafka said: 'In the war with you against the world, support the world.'
I was young when I first read it,
and as time passed, I understood its burden.
Rest, and take when you have no urge to demand.
Why would you fight against the bull
you are the red?
In silence, so much has been said.
How can we carry the world in our chest?
The heart has only four chambers.
Be patient—you'll find all answers.
Love, and live, and leave the fight.
Even without passing through the tunnel,
you'll have the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem