Nothing is there as sunrise and sunset
Nothing is there as noon and midnight.
Same thing let us say about air and water
O my dear, you can go on this earth under the sky
With your own light that is within.
You can say what you think proper
You are free to left or to enter.
Life is in your own hand
And there is everything and here there is no end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem