Detach powers to remain free from sways,
Wake inner strength to control thoughts and desires;
Attached soul, stoops downwards ways;
Lose all traces of inner pleasures.
Detachment makes one realize, as a spiritual shape;
And lifts one from bodily self and its growth,
To tell the world’s existence illusionary,
And teaches to understand the higher and self, both;
Harbinger of inner peace and strength without escape;
And connects self with spiritual beings and ecstasy.
Opens the window to the knowledge, unheard;
And closes the doors of darkness and their tone,
Its ways are the only way to survive, endeared;
Help us become considerate, helpful and kind grown;
It is un-ravished companion of stillness,
It is real child of peace and joyous time,
Acetic, priest and seers thus put across,
In divine verse, sweetest than all rhyme:
All the wise legends unearth about meaning and shape,
Only real pursuit to get from pain escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem