On Time’s mirror an image faces its face,
The blooming of a soul in earthly vase.
What more then, the best in us,
On Time’s chariot Love’s focus.
The glory garland round our Lord’s neck,
A transient ship upon a transient deck.
A control, and super-conscious radio-active turn,
The Tamasa (evil-parasites) of nature are gone.
That love we wish to foster and generate, my dearest friend,
Novice, though we are, with Lord’s grace, we would be trained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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