Who is a liar?
Who is not a liar?
Who knows what is a lie?
Who is a victim of lies?
What is a lie?
No tree is ready to answer,
Known to each one, though.
The ocean is silent on this score.
And what is the future of the sky,
The bird sings the whole day
And fly away.
The magic of the earth,
As you see there,
Yet to stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem