Be merciful
My dear, be cool.
You are in illusion
With possession.
Attraction is
Conditioned by material nature.
My dear, desire and hate are
Trying to ruin us.
Know my dear, who has
Begotten you.
Where from you have
Come, know it first.
Everything is functioning in order
Know it feel it if you are in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem