See I have no desire and no shortage
I know I can not keep you for ever
Rather it is you who can keep me for ever
And so the works of acquisition is yours
And not mine and I have forgot everything
I know you are also not happy with me
And going on further and further again and again
I am sure you also can not satiate me
But you have made me self-sufficient and I
Am here searching you and I am going to
Ask you how could you make me so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite confounding both 'you' and 'I', Gaj