Intense cold makes water ice.
Then the hard ice turns to slush
and back to water, so there are three
forms of consciousness: the individual,
the world, and God, which in the sun
of True Awareness melt to one flowing:
Lalla is that.
In meditation, I entered the love furnace,
burned impurities away, and as the sun
of a new knowing rose, I realized
that the words 'Lalla' and 'God'
point to this peacefulness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Lalleshwari this is a good poem keep it up