The eloquence of his speech
is not too complex to ponder;
any wit of simple substance
doesn't have to chop
word by word,
and assimilate the context.
But the apprentice
creased his young brow,
glanced to the other side;
the counsel isn't difficult for him
to learn and yet,
too much to follow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, sometimes, it happens.