The ghost
of an idea leaves its reflection
In three poems. One of them survives
The night on which it was written.
Later, inaccurately translated,
It becomes a proverb. In time,
The right words will turn up;
There is no need to hurry.
In three poems. One of them survives
The night on which it was written.
Later, inaccurately translated,
It becomes a proverb. In time,
The right words will turn up;
There is no need to hurry.
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