No horse is there with me,
I have also not even an ass.
I have taken no advice from
Fox or from lion,
I find no one here at this place.
I like no color,
I know no color is there
Anywhere here in the true sense.
I desire not to harvest anything
At this offseason.
I see the image of truth
Everywhere all time.
And when I utter words
I am misunderstood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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