Love is ever sweet,
And to your holy feet I ever greet;
Melting my conscious to become pious,
Surging and slaying my sorrow!
You appear to me... in dream, in real form of glorious;
I will follow thy path, which makes my heart hallow.
Copyright@2006 Nagamuthu Karthikeyan Osho
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem