I neither rejoice
On obtaining
What is pleasant,
Nor I grieve
On receiving
What is unpleasant.
I am in me with
Firm understanding, see.
I never depend
On my body or senses
Or on mind or intellect.
I know only you my dear,
I know you are the truth.
Who are you
I am not able to know though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem Mishra-ji. At the end, you are leaving the reader to guess who is that you (truth) . The answer is you and that you is unknowable to you because it is the subject you. It can never be an object and it is always self-evident without the need for any means of knowledge. Well presented.