Ain’t curious about the world
vast and beautiful towns
they ain’t gonna tell me more
than this bunch of roadside rocks

Ain’t curious about the people
who studied wisdom in depth
I’m content with just anybody
just anyone will be okay

Ain’t curious about the books either
feel free to mock me if you wish
I know quite a few things without them
I know what it means to live

I sat down under a tree
alone and feeling at peace
oh God, my luck and joy
how can I thank you for this


This is a translation of “Szczęście”, a poem by Julian Tuwim

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