I asked Ma'hulika,
My dear, I long to dwell
With your thought.
Never I dined you, replied she.
But the sense-objects never show
I'm with you all the time.
Yet my desires grow,
Now this inclination develops into desire...
Be quite my dear, replied Ma'hulika
Otherwise You'll realise,
All your desire accrues
Only anger!
I couldn't tell her
I'm still in anger,
And truly want to get out from it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Accures find way out Repression can't work Sublimation is sensible.