When ‘I’ itself is big false
What is to me grand universe?
What is to me light years space?
What is to me time wheel’s pace?
When ‘I’ itself is a doll of mud
When I cross the river of death
All will dissolve after I am dead!
What will escort me from earth?
When hunger comes I eat
When lust comes I mate
When anger comes I beat
No sense behind any act!
As a beast in hands of circus man
Body drives me; many births I ran
I look for freedom as I am awaken
Hunger and anger how am to ban?
I understand body is a cage
I understand thoughts are the base
Before I am thrown in old age
I take Your name as my refuge!
I also understand body is a boat
To cross the ocean of samskara
Also mind the source of thoughts
Is again a tool to hold Your nama!
Let the petal fingers converge to bud
To worship You; let the heart bloom
Let the straying thoughts come to stand
Me let the flame of Your name consume!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful poem on 'i'...petal fingers...lovely expressions...please read my 'a soul' 4 parts