Diminishing pure and good
Increasing bad and impure
And at this point of time
O my dear, I am living.
Highway bandits are the king
And his ministers and officers
People in general are in
Low profiles and in low occupations.
I am living at this point of time
O my dear, all are busy for nothing
In materialistic homes and nobody is
Interested to keep good relation with others.
This is the bad time
I am living in.
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I would like to translate this poem
When you see this, this is the time to turn away from all, and declare your peace and trust in the Universal Power, that wherever you are those people you mention have no place. If you can believe it, all those will go away from your surroundings. As I always say, life is a school room where we get lessons, nothing is permanent, everything is changing, but only after our thinking. If we keep our mind on a certain thing, that will come to us. The mind is a very tricky thing. My life was poverty, starvation, wars, dead bodies, but in that time I just knew, I had to go through, and I did, fond true health and happiness. It is possible, think about it. Wishing you the best.