Everything is encompassed in a single name;
All rivers flow into the same ocean,
Forsaking their individual names,
And shedding their separate identities.
Gathering nectar in the garden of sweetness,
And gathering love along the way;
Yet, a yearning stirs within—
Wondering what song I should compose.
I crafted a garland—a bond of love—
By stringing flowers one by one;
Priceless is that thread
Which holds love for all.
I attained neither knowledge in this life,
Nor the grace of devotion;
Of what use is this existence,
If it brings no liberation?
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@ Ramesh Rai
14/9/2026
4.45 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem