I have created dates for my conveniences
I have set my times for my movements
In fact there is no time no date in the space
And the sun is the only witness under this shade.
How can I be called myself existent?
I perceive no beginning no middle and no end
And I renounced myself here at this juncture
My dear, only because of fear but because of pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Renouncement because of fear or pleasure. Causes explained. Nice poem.