Here, see, living energy
Here, see, all products of mode of passion
The sense for hearing
The sense for touching
The sense for smelling
The sense for seeing
The sense for tasting
The sense for speaking
The sense for handling
The sense for evacuating
The genitals, legs
Together with intelligence
All are here in this world
Believe me this is only air
And the product of air element
This is intelligence
Hard struggle for existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem