You are giving me
All kinds of blessings
O my dear, But I do agree
I have no devotion
And without devotion means
I know it is dishes
Without salt, dear.
I know, my dear, You
Love a man of realization
And I realized You
It is true, I realized You,
Let me say again, no one is
So dear to me, as You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blessed is the poet who feels so close to Him.