This world is not
For those who are sleeping.
The rising sun is telling this
Every day at our doorsteps.
The birds are calling us,
Hear them brothers.
The light is there,
See yourself, where you are.
Charge yourself with love,
See yourself in truth
And know what goodness
Is coming to you.
Arise, awake and sleep not,
Know the poets who are for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem