God, are you inside me
Or I am inside you
Neither way is it possible
I can't make you that little
Nor could I make you a criminal
For the free conscience
You give me I hand over myself to you
On the Day of Judgment
To put me on trial
For the crimes I commit
The people who believe
That You are in them
Actually they are trying to make You
A partner in their crimes
And blame You to go scot-free
But I know they will not succeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem