What would I expect
in exchange of percept?
fame? a name?
or weeny esteems...? ?
I am as the same,
know no fame.
Fate though remains
an unfortunate,
I still sense sweetness.
My love and my attachment
never fade
as my Lord always directs.
What would I expect
in exchange?
No glory, no fame
no name, no blame
and nothing is to be left
to become an ashamed.
I know, to expect
means to reject
the real subject
which only remains
and increases our knowledge(s) .
It's not yours, and not mine,
It's only my Lord's grace.
I don't expect-only I need that You always bless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem