Hold tight
As per your might.
But see nothing
And get everything.
Here it is
Just an idea,
The world,
And the life.
To go with the idea
And not to go
All is yours.
Collect the time
Scattered in
Open field.
But time is not yours
When you treat yourself
As the slave of it.
Hold tight,
But be cautious,
Love may not be there
In your own idea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hold not love, it is not yours. give love, that is yours.