The Sphinx barred my way in a dark cave 
Ever hungry for truths 
Like a publican, beggar or knave
Molesting travellers with cries of 'Truth!'. 
*
'Man?... he's a priest ignorant 
And green...'
I replied. 
* 
An behold,
The Sphinx retreated against the rock: 
I passed alive !                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    