The shade is over.
You have to walk in the sun to meet
Buddha in anchors without knowledge.
Nothing will bring
tragedy, if you tell a lie, there is no god.
Think gravely, he is passing the road and talks.
A cadaver gets up and
talks. We come and go. I will take
rebirth in blue water, though ship is sleeping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem