Doubt the wind blows,
Doubt the sun sets in the west,
Doubt the water flows,
But never doubt I’m honest.
Doubt the sky is infinite,
Doubt the earth takes no rest,
Doubt the buds bloom at night,
But never doubt I’m honest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HAHA! good! one of the hatred thing in my life is that others doubting me! ! ! i also hate checking in railway stations, supermarket, textile shop etc. it seems that we are suspects! but for them it is necessary! your simple poem gives a complex thought! ! !