Capacity is not here with us,
And we are searching the blue star
During the play of Kabadi.
And we are going to climb the Himalayas
Without knowing the trick how to win,
And we are staying in the safe custody
Though the tree is uprooted in the rain.
The riverside area is not ours
And still we are wandering there.
The good and bad effects all are there
With us when we look towards our own room,
There you can find the end of the sky
And there you cannot search anything more.
See, all around water and waters
It is near us the lamp is lighted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem