This earth itself
Is foreign land
To us all.
And we are
Living here
As strangers.
None is our own,
Nothing is our own.
What we say light
Is really not like that
And it is not able to
Provide us right path.
So many enemies are there
Within us and they are
Pushing us to the dark.
Be careful my dear,
We should guard ourselves
Here at every stage.
Companionship with holy men
May help us in some way.
Life is in danger always
And we are to wait and watch
What is here and what is there
By our calmness and good works
And self-control with purity of hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem