True, this world is weird.
And we are all weird or say
Eccentric and odd persons.
But no one is weighty, though,
Welded with each other.
Wellnigh, impossible to stay
Anywhere with anyone
Even just for a moment.
Still, we are all well-kept
By the supreme time, love and the truth.
Let us live here well-intentioned,
Let us stay well-informed,
Let us search our own well-head,
Let us proceed forward well-earned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem