There's no bottom. This is an eternal plunge into things
that you don't want to know and that you have no idea as to
what to do about. Oh, and there's a third thing: even if you do
the right thing-those who you need to rely on and work with
to its objective, point, and resolve; they will not do the right thing.
So that you did the right thing will never be known. Will be a secret
that dies with you which perhaps killed you in the end and so as
well the beginning. It being. That being. It will die with you-
your terrible secret that you did the right thing, but nobody else did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem