Frost and frost covered the sky.
Path is fully unseen to me.
Eyes are incapable to focus ahead,
Let alone go through the way.
I venture the pious journey to you.
But legs are chained by temporal fetter,
And it pushes me to frying pan -
The world of salt and oil.
Now my soul cries for you.
But I cannot understand whether it
Reaches to you.Ah! now
Prayth thee to condone me, please.
O, Golly! My soul supplicates thee.
Please…… you come! you come! !
And be my guide to pave the way
That is easy and comfortable to reach
your Dome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem