Am I not eligible, my dear
Am I not able to relinquish
the subtle causes like
Aroma by smelling
Palate by tasting
Vision by seeing
Touch by contacting
Vibrations of the ear
By ethereal identification
Sense organs by material activities
Am I not eligible for entrance
Where You are, my dear
If I am not, I pray, make me
Eligible by Your grace
I want to see your face
And only Your face
Everywhere and in everything
That I know You are therein.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting poem enumerating the sense organs. If we are unable to relate to life with our natural senses then we are dependent on what others may think of us or have us to be. Very inspiring.