I do not belief in any evolute
In any sense of taste
In any organ of speech
In any instrument
In any action sense mind intellect
Or ego as because all are changeable
And one which is changing
Is not true and not proper
That I know and further I know
My love is not changing
It is like north-star fixed
Always where it is
Far beyond from being happy
Being sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem