Wisdom

The writings of the wise speak of her words
And the nature present her like a parable.
Her presence is everywhere in this world.
Yet Man is such a fool forfeited by the blindfold...

Why does she let herself be unknown?
Is it the appetite of Man?
Who knows nothing about satisfaction
As well as death and destruction.

For with much wisdom comes much sorrow
And Man does not comprehend her worth.
Better be a fool who admire her cost
Than a rich man inspired by gold.

To seek for wisdom is to learn understanding;
Understanding lies in great libraries
Wandering inside without touching the books
Is like a fool living in this world
Without being aware of it's definition.