I have a feeling
that this material being
made up of five elements
is preparing to disintegrate.
It is time to dissolve into
The Earth
The Water
The Fire
The Air
and
The Sky.
This decaying body
made up of the matter
is losing its halo
Once again
the immortal calm is
descending over my being.
A state of perpetual bliss it would be! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem