A sharpened razor
You are going on the edge
Of a sharpened razor.
And here is your life, see
O my dear, always in fear
You are playing here
With this sharpened razor.
Be attentive, my dear
A little inattentiveness
May at once create
Bloodshed and havoc.
O my Lord, save me, I pray
From this world of matter
Save me from material contamination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As I have not the capacity to alter, Whatever i will get, better it will be if i will accept it with smile, That may be a blood shed or may be joy of achievement.Beautiful poem.