What is the fate, but what you make of it
It is the knowledge of the unknown
The knowledge of the path chosen before it has been tread upon
But what is the origin of the knowledge there of
It is he who is ancient of days
The wielder of the eternal past and future
Without his knowledge there is no fate
Fate is not the absence of freewill
It is freewill unencumbered by fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem