Being attached with You
O my dear, I am here
And ever fixed in You.
I have attained You
You are available to me
I am Yours.
Nothing is sin in You
And I am attached with You
O my dear, I am yours.
Projects, actions
All are yours
Being an instrument
I have no aim
Everything is Yours.
being an instrument you have no aim, yet you're used to play this game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved it.. really touching, sir.