My life is a boat,
my existence is sitting on it,
it is floating on cosmic water...
You are the boatman...
You determine its direction and speed-
it may rush towards success
or slowly plunge into failure;
it may fight hard with the undulating waves
or get capsized to sink down;
it may flow with the time to reach the other part
or remain standstill forever without any significant aim...
O, my boatman, make my journey complete
towards the light, beauty and truth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem