It is night, it is dark
The owl and other nocturnal
Creatures are all around here, there.
The sun rises and night ends
There is no dark at present
No one is there to disturb us, okay.
You are my sun and when You are
Here within me, at the very core of
My heart, my dear, no one dare to do any harm.
You are ever integral, my dear,
And Your realization is nothing
But integral, it is final.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem