Even after we have really touched love,
Even after we've felt its embrace,
Even after we have truly known faith,
Felt disbelief disappear from space...
Certainty is certainly a fool's game,
True faith could just mean we're not lazy,
Questions are the very air the soul breathes,
Joy and pain are what make feelings feel...
If our longing for God makes us crazy
Could God's longing for us be to blame?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True faith could just mean we're not lazy, Two different type of proposition poet has tried to tie with a single thread. Lazy and Faith.... actually no similarity by action or any source of meaning could be covered by these two different origin of words. Faith is a word abstract by its meaning but lazy is very much action oriented word. Other way, faithful are commonly seen very much lazy by other actions except the actions attached with that object by which one has been influenced oneself by a long psychological process. So the line is not universal by its approach, perhaps. Otherwise poem enjoyed very much. Thanks. Specially for last two lines poet should be awarded by God himself.