I am not here, I am not here,
It is you, it is you, who is here.
Yes you are here, and I am not all.
You are all, you are all, it is all
You and only you who moves.
You move as I move and it is glory.
It is glory, it is light with holes,
But light is there as it is before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem