I myself can not hear and can not do anything, I know
It is my ear, who hears praise honor blessing melody poems
It is my ear who hears blame dishonor curse abuse
My ear hears good news at the same time bad news.
I myself can not see and can not do anything, I know
It is my eyes that sees pleasant and unpleasant scenes
I myself can not touch soft or hard, hot or cold
I myself can not taste bitter pungent sweet sour salty.
In no way I am affected by hearing seeing tasting touching
Etc etc as I have no role to play in them and so
No body can punish me for any wrong done by anybody
I am in no way related with them who are independent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a delicate poem dedicated to the senses. A good write.