Detached to this world, I belong to no one and no one belongs to me
Friend to the trees, the mountain, the ocean, a nobody they call me
I roam the world, in pure consciousness, relishing the simplest thing
My heart devoid of desire, consumes each day as if it is the last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Like it.