"Once we become conscious,
even dimly, of the Atman,
the Reality within us,
the world takes on
a very different aspect.
It is no longer a court
of justice but a kind of
gymnasium.
Good and evil,
pain and pleasure,
still exist, but they
seem more like
the ropes and
vaulting-horses
and parallel bars which
can be used to make
our bodies strong.
Maya is no longer an
endlessly revolving
wheel of pain and pleasure
but a ladder which can
be climbed to consciousness
of the Reality."
(From Shankara's Crest Jewel of Discrimination.
― Adi Shankaracarya) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem