Who is not an idiot?
The man on the field,
The man on the chair,
The man on air? ?
Knowing everything in details,
Each one acts as if
He knows nothing, true,
Though it is.
Directly each one is
Connected with the truth,
But each one is there
In falsehood.
Each one knows,
Nothing is ever lost,
And yet, they are cautious
And very careful to life
And properties they have.
Of course, each one is free,
But each one is a cheat,
An idiot as no one knows
What to do and
When to do and how to
Do and for what purpose.
Plenary session is
Going on, true.
And each one is
Eager to reach the point
Of eternity.
But is anyone
Able to cross over
The border so far?
Really fools and
Idiots we are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem