The only hidden sense of things is
that they have no hidden sense
and it is the strangest of all things
stranger than the poets' dreams
and what all the philosophers think.
Things are what they are - they seem to be
and there is nothing more to it.
Yes, that's what my senses learned themselves -
Things have no significance, they have existence.
The only hidden meaning of things is that they are things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem