It is not here
Even for a moment
In this form
You can not preserve it
You can not keep it
In this form here
At any time
It is beyond your power
To save it
It is better
Let it go
On its own way
You should not grieve
For this going
Realize this reality
Of going and coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vedanta put in simple words. beautiful.