I thought that I was 
On the beginning of a journey 
I thought that I understood 
The rose in bloom. 

Because a Rose is a Rose. 
And when I had the secret within the reach 
Something inside me became quiet, 
I was struck dumb. 
„Nothing does not exist" 
Sounded in the space 

The words were of purple color 
And I recollected 
That the world was made of fire 
There is no need for words 
Even though we have read the signs 
Even though we deciphered the alphabet 
Even though we have revealed the omen 
There is no choice but to be silent 

„The order that your mind imagines 
is like a net, or like a ladder 
Built to attain something 
But afterwards you must 
Throw the ladder away 
Because you discover that 
Even if it was useful 
It was meaningless... 
The only things that are useful 
Are instruments to be thrown"