Going to thoughts that reside in happiness
Collects for you a compulsion to act divinely;
And so a loop emerges for the betterment of the soul,
The soul has learned the religion of truth.
For truth shall demand a thought, compelling
And mysterious to own, just like a philosophy
Or reality of the pen, the paper or the mind;
Seek this thought by visiting someplace faraway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem