Whence I have come and by which way,
I do not know.
Wither I shall go and by which way,
I do not know.
Were I to know the end of it all
And gain the knowledge of the truth,
(it would be well, for otherwise)
Life here is but an empty breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so deep I will or maybe understand it next time I read