My wishes, my thoughts
Are not mine that I know,
Is it Yours, I am asking
And You said You do not know.
I am searching that man
Who knows what and how,
That is the whole things
Here, flying away said the crow.
O, it is the self, it is the fruit,
And seeing it the dogs bark,
We, the villagers are so fools,
That we know not and it is the dark.
No, nobody and nothing,
And knowing all we are sleeping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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