Knowing your past life and you want to know.
Over the course of long centuries, currently, searches,
follow the river to the the sea of no rest.
Knowledge not fathered to suffer so much.
Why it is one needs to be the proud bearer of it.
Nearer to thee is knowledge of more than yourself.
To suffer from it more.
To suffer from it less is the pain of each life lived before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem