We know not,
till we know that we know not
for there is much to know about a thing,
As little as a pin.
and knowledge as large as a ship
will rise from a man as humble as a sheep
that will be careful to talking
and more so to listen
will steady his steps as he walks
and be diligent in his work
and more so in his thought
and stop not until he knows
that he knows not,
beside what he knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem