Birth-life-death,
Nothing but a process
And we are there.
And in it,
There are love and hate,
There are pleasure and pain,
There are gain and loss.
But we are to watch there
The light of the Absolute.
We are to taste there
The colours of the earth
And that of the sky.
We are to declare our own
Existence in our own presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem