You say: 'read my poem
and say if do find
the deeper truth'
or is something else still hidden in it?
But how can I
whose words do flow like drops
in a stream in all directions,
that is at times a part of the clouds
in the sky
that falls crackling down,
find the words that you are searching,
when you do not even find them yourself?
Or is this how love really is,
that no words
can truly catch it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem