Look, O men
You are immortal.
Only you are to
renounce your desire
Only you are to
Purify your inner sense
After that you are God
You are disinterested
Friend of all
And your actions are
For the welfare of all.
O men, you are to
Know your nature
And you ever remain
Engrossed in your adoration
You yourself is an incarnation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem