I am pure, purer
And also the purest here.
I enjoy though the five
Sense-objects of sound,
Touch, form, taste and smell.
I enjoy though so many
Luxuries, honour and glory.
I am the purest as I am here
And I am able to control the self
And I am with the self
And I am attractive and singular.
I am the purest here
Like the fool moon day and with
The rising sun I am evergreen every day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem