Divergent
The road diverged in front of me.
And I chose the path，
at its end stands an apple tree.
So paved and straight-
You didn’t need any guidance of faith.
So gracious your gait-
You didn’t show any trace of anguish.
The other path must have been deserted,
for you didn’t see anything visible.
Hush! Haven’t you heard?
Panting and stumble!
And a hymn the most joyful!
