What is in my brain, that was not said
In my talks to you about my fast love?
What is new to speak, what new to record,
That may express my love or your glory?
Nothing, beloved; no new one to say.
I shall repeat the very same again.
It’s is like a prayer, divine in chanting.
Chanting and chanting, I don’t get tired.
Hearing the chanting, no god will get bored.
Listening to my tone, tune your love sting.
Intensity of love and perseverance
I show you, will melt your heart for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem