Have a superior taste, my dear
I wish you all the best.
Here I am with you
I know this world is
To do truthful work
And not to take rest.
Have a superior taste, my dear
I wish you all the best.
Day and night
Sorrow and joy are the circle
We are to go through that.
Nothing to worry my dear
I am here always
To show you the road
That is all clear.
Go to the nature my dear
Nothing is higher there
Nothing is lower.
Fear not anybody
I am here
O my dearest dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem