O my dear it is
Realization of divinity
In the nectar.
Overflowing pitcher
Nectar of knowledge is churned
O friend it is
Beginning of the end.
Day and night
Represent my intellect
O my Master
I know I am immortal.
I am for the good
O my dear and you are
With me here
I believe a good ablution.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem