You are not your body
If you consider this body of
Mucus bile and air to be the self
You are an ass.
You are not the body
You are in the body
The body is protected
By the walls of skin
Hairs on the body are parks
Nose and head are towers
Wrinkles and depressions
Are trenches and canals
Eyes arr windows
Eyelids are protective gates
Gold is goodness
Silver is passion
Iron is ignorance.
You are in the body
You are not the body
Body is here to perish
You are there to cherish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem