You are the truth, my dear,
and so am I.
You are knitting imaginations
within and we are living.
And you are discovering
yourself therein.
I am not so powerful
to know you.
Since I am with you,
I fear not death,
I yearn not for life also.
O daughter of the earth,
You are the true-truth
And I am your fruit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
daughter is the transmitter of truth.