Love, love,
Love is a state of perfection.
Here, in love,
Nothing remains to be known.
Here, in love,
Nothing remains to be done.
Here, in love,
Nothing remains to be achieved.
Love, love,
True love has
Neither attachment
Nor curiosity,
Neither the hope to live
Nor the fear of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem