Wood burnt,
Gold was purged
Was the fire partial?
What burns me
Redeems you.
But I won't complain
For wood burns to give warmth.
The gold, the wood, you and me;
All guided by Karma
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I would like to translate this poem
What burns me Redeems you. The gold, the wood, you and me. in short verses you are exposing a subtle philosophy.... i felt a helplessness when i meditated on the plight of gold, wood and you and me..........thanky u dear poetess. these are telling poems. tony