Go there in normal way or in
opposite way that does not matter,
O my dear, but going is a pious one
and that takes you from you to you.
While going face the spring, face the summer,
face the rain and also the winter,
And for this I have opened all doors
and all windows that are there here.
It is your dream that is taking you
with so much love that is beyond imagination,
And the plus and minuses are here with a difference
but no one is taking care to sum up all.
Seeing you I have forgotten all my thirst and hunger,
O my dear, see now, I am drunk, I am not within my control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exultation is the going.............for which we are all here.......very well composed Sir