You are the product of this earth
And being the product you are full of faults
It is your foolishness when you said you are perfect and faultless.
You are full of faults and you can not conquer anybody or anything
You are not the truth and truth would destroy you
You are your own enemy and you belong to nobody.
You are always quarreling with you, mind it and
You are destroying yourself being not in truth mercy austerity charity
And you are always everywhere in the mode of ignorance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem