The truth is a marvel that hides in the heart.
Truth is a thing which steams from the heart to heart
It rings in the ears and sings with
with pleasure.
It makes the heart cry and flows from the eyes.
A loving memory, it's like the pearl, which is quite shimmery.
The truth pulls at the heart and appeals to it.
Speak the truth quite cheerfully; it excites our
eyes, like a fresh flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth is truth Nothing is comparable to it.....