Search not the depth of full rivers
For in shallow waters lies understanding
The wise is simple
But the foolish, complicated
There are questions.
Not meant to be answered
Or the night owl will answer the call of duty
Made inquisitive by nature
But for a noble cause
Be merry and feast for the light
Search not its source.
The suckling, looks and percieve
Touches and feels
Hears and understand
But the mature goes in search of rocky path and then slips down to the river
Somethings are better left for the winds
And mysteries for the nature
Or the east winds will blow
And the trees shed all its leaves
Do not stare,
Or try to comprehend
What times has kept secret
Or you'll lose feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem