It does not trouble the indifferent, does not touch the anxious.
The plastic and unhardened interest it.
It bypasses the egoist,
It befriends souls, not the body.

The self-assured will stumble,
The too-taut will snap,
The slack will not ring —
Try to find the middle.
If there are no thoughts, they will not speak,
The trouble is to chatter without stopping.

Inspiration is extremely sensitive
And with its fingers it touches those
Who in grief recognize the happy
And play with genuine life.