Innocence is never to be presumed—
when I write this, what do I do?
I transfer responsibility not to prove guilty
upon you, boy.
You have to prove you have not stolen,
You have to prove you have not teased,
You have to prove you did not spit on the road,
It is you and you and you.
This was an easy sum,
you failed.
The boy was silent.
The incessant pourings swept him—
none knew where.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem