O men,
You are not here
To perish like a broken cloud.
You are mighty-armed
My dear, you are not deluded
You are not fallen.
You are here
To realize the Truth
You are here to love
To see the beauty of nature
And to do good to others.
Nothing to worry, my dear
Go up and up and up
The road is clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem