Why are you creating fear
By telling this world that world
Please tell me, my dear.
Let me know in which world
You belong to and what for you are here
Is that not better than this.
Please tell me my dear
About good and bad about sin and purity
About night and day about dark and light.
I want to hear all about this world
Who are there and for how much time
What they have done during their stay.
I want to know all about that world
What is happening at this time there
And who represent that world for what.
You are telling your opinion
I am telling my opinion
You are telling I am false
I am telling it is you who make us wander.
O my dear, how many worlds are there
That is another question unanswered
Anyway I am with You, let all be sort out.
Matter is there in its place
You know I know and we are in our
Respective arena showing our plays
Though we know all are not true here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem