Don't think of the past;
It only awakens painful regrets.
Don't think of the future;
It paralyzes with uncertain longings.
Better by day to sit like a sack in your chair;
Better by night to lie like a stone in your bed.
When food comes-open your mouth.
When sleep comes-shut your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! This poem has a much different tone from the others he has wriitten. I love his other poems but, yes, this one enchants me too with its slightly ominous bitter tone and the advice he does not want us to take.