Let me say again
This body is my chariot
Wherein, you, the intellect
Is the charioteer,
Wherein, you, the mind
Acts as reins,
Wherein, you, the senses
Act as horses,
And I am going on the road,
That is the time
And time is nothing,
It is my own creation
With the help of the dream
And dream is nothing, but my own self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem