The True Knowledge [Romanian translation]

Thou knowest all – I seek in vain

What lands to till or sow with seed,

The land is black with briar and weed,

Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all – I sit and wait

With blinded eyes and hands that fail,

Till the last lifting of the veil,

And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all – I cannot see.

I trust I shall not live in vain,

I know that we shall meet again,

In some divine eternity.

• Artist:Oscar Wilde