Only God knew what he meant
when he stained the paper.
He thought of his days as well spent
when he embodied the words as a shape shifter!
You once said that the poet forgot what he meant.
Well, I'm obliged to say
that truth is the eternal beauty leaving everyone content
but lie is the rainbow deemed to fade away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem