Not possible
Not possible to measure
My dear anything here
How can I say without
Any measurement this is
Good that is bad and
If I say it would be wrong
Knowingly how can I
Commit wrong.
Here the words we used
Here the mind we possess
Are not in truth
And what is truth we know
Though we are far from it
What we say what we think
Is correct no one is dared
To say anywhere here
And so we are in fear.
Truth can be measure
By truth only and
We are not in truth
We are here in matters
And this material good
Has no permanent existence
And it is not possible to
Measure the truth that is
Permanent and eternal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem