O my love, tell me,
Tell me what shall I do
Here is truth always
Coming behind me
Going before me
And staying with me,
Alone, I failed to find You.
O my love, tell me,
Why are you with the truth
Wearing so many colors
At times white at times blue
At times yellow and at times black
I failed to touch the clue,
O my dear, tell me the truth.
O my love, tell me, dear,
Tell me, why are you
Sitting on the bank
Of the river that has no water
And why are you telling so many words
That have no air and
That are not clear.
O my love, tell me,
Tell me how can I call you
In the midst of this sun
On this open road that has
So many sides to move,
But I must tell You, my dear
How the love and the truth are
Going together with a smiling
That has no substitute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love-life, life-love, only truth here. feel within my dear.