need i explain to you
again that the rainbow is the biggest
lie of the rain,
when light gets in
and when the sun reigns
the rainbow
is nothing.
it is the rain that gives the sorrow
and to compensate
it gives you the rainbow.
i have been at its feet,
the rumored pot of gold does not exist at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem