Everything seems vague at a point,
This fogginess never aims to give a hint
About what one is to grasp from the content,
At this point, the inward conflict is ready to vent
The incertitudes in order to discover the path
Which would lead to something of worth,
Then one would determine henceforth
By all means to make it to the depth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem