It is the covering
It is the illusion.
I know not who is mine
And who is not mine.
I have stolen for you
And you accuse me of being a thief.
What is love?
What is friendship?
Come to the point of Truth
O my dear, apply your whole life
All of your wealth
Your entire intelligence
And your full power of
Speaking hearing and thinking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, if you apply all your thought, speech and introspection about yourself, you will live an enlightened life. Good poem.