All pleasing,
The day and the nights,
The earth and the flowers,
The birds and the sky.
All pleasing,
The rain and the sun,
The water and the air,
The forest and the mountains.
They are all not for them,
They are all but for others.
We come and we enjoy,
Life is not but full of joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And true joy lies in living for others....... Great one sir ji........ Detachment of world with supreme attachment is true love and divine life