Lotus, the source of wonderment,
the bloom of joy of yore’s mystics,
spread your charm, undo the greed
deep in some men’s mind came to dwell,
let your sweet scent silently seep,
permeate the world with right sense,
efface the thirst, that goes with pelf,
for wild power fraught with evil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem