Words are not at all
Favorable and yet,
We are running
Behind the words,
How fools we are!
We appear very pleasing form,
But in fact not so, hard to hear, though.
We are eager to reap the fruits,
No value, we know, though.
Are we brave enough to talk
Face to face with the truth?
Our fortune is under our control,
Yet, we are not able to extract
The sum and substance of the matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem