The Fool
Noturna
Long is the night to the awaken one
Really long...
Long are the miles to the tired...
Really long is the walk.
Long is the cycle of birth and death
To a fool who does not know the true path.
The fool who knows his folly is almost wise
The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool.
Wrong action, like newly drawn milk, does not turn soon.
Smoldering, like fire covered by ashes,
It follows the fool.
When the wrong action becomes known
Turns to sorrow and
Destroys one's brightness and splits the head of...
The fool who knows his folly is almost wise
The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool.
Increase desire and pride are wishes of the fool
These sons belong to me, and this wealth belongs to me
With such thoughts a fool tormented
One does not belong to oneself
How much less sons and wealth
The fool who knows his folly is almost wise
The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool.