Certainly incomprehensible,
Your appearances, your movements,
So too are ours, your followers.
Clear, though, this world,
Not we are.
We are not for anything,
True to the words.
Our status - something different,
But we have nothing to
Correlates That we possessed.
Existence is both insides
And also outside.
And we are ourselves - the ultimate
Source of all energies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem