I asked a man when he takes his rest
He said ‘I take it in my bed
After a day’s tiresome work.’
I then met a wandering seer
And put to him the question same
He said, ‘ I find rest
In a day’s peaceful work! ’
I then got a bit confused
As to how to define 'work' and 'rest'
Then all of a sudden it became clear to me
What mattered most was where we place our thrust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem