What to give
What to do
Where to go
I know not.
How many truth,
How can I say,
What is knowledge
Ask the sky.
Let the light come,
I am blind and
Unable to see, though.
Let the light know
I am waiting for it
And ready to fight
With time.
And the time is there
With all beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A telling of reverence and admiration. Perhaps even love?