You are looking
Towards not Lord
But towards latrine
Fault is yours
And not mine.
Think a while
What you are doing
Forgetting the place
Forgetting the time
That have relations with me.
Have a clear vision
My dear, within,
And get everything
Therein.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some people are always finding fault with others, they are not at all interested to see the good.