Believe me
My earth is sunless
And I have my own light.
Please see and
Feel me but dear
Dare not to measure.
I am measureless,
Soft I am and not hard.
And I blossom for all time
In holes on hills.
Holy I am,
And My life is
Fountain of peace
See here all these.
My time is sacred,
You are all my friends
And you are all sacred.
Nothing is lifeless here
No stone is untouched.
And all miracles
At every moment
You can face.
And here no one is forced to
Pay any cess.
But all free.
This is your beautiful creation. Yes you have not missed anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has some problems. First, 'sunless' but has light of his own. Then, it is not sunless for it has some light. Second, it is not measureless for it gives descriptions to be measured by.