Ah me! the Five (Bhuta-s) , the ten (Indriya-s) ,
And the Eleventh, their lord the mind,
scraped this pot* and went away.
Had all together pulled on the rope,
Why should the Eleventh have lost the cow?
(Why should the soul have gone astray?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem