A soul that's sincere is the sweetest of fruit
that grows on the spiritual tree,
both firm to the touch and delicious to taste
it gives of its goodness for free.
It stands in an orchard both lofty and wide
and open to the birds of the air
who carry the news of a tree that is true
and free of pollutants elsewhere.
We live in an age when the simplest truth
has become the hardest to find,
but while others seek help all over the place
the sincere one retains peace of mind.
The person who's cool has everyone's name
but rarely a conscience that's clear:
yet faithful and true are the friends of a ‘fool'
whose soul and whose conscience are clear.
28 xii 1998
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem