Because you knew things,
I never knew.
Because, I trusted you.
Those other things,
you knew would happen.
I can't explain being such the simple man.
And your belly grew and grew and I liked it
for you made milk then,
and I but a bud, not understanding it, I drank.
And you fed me things, that even now I don't
understand,
which just increased my need to trust you more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem