I am a Holy man in deep cover
I have no father and no mother
No fortune and no fame
No history and no name
I have no future waiting to unfold
No pearls of wisdom or pots of gold
I have no pleasure to cover my shame
No culprits in which to blame
I have no crutch on which to lean
No heaven on which to dream
I have no robe in which to hide
No doctrine in which to glide
I am a Holy man in deep cover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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