I have finished
All my works,
Absolute pleasure
Pervades my mind altogether,
All day......
I soar high
Feeling myself as the happiest of the mortals,
Being tired and weary,
When I fall deep asleep at night,
The wise shadow whispers to me,
'What a fool you are!
You have not yet finished
The most important work.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is always more work to do. Beautiful and well crafted poem