My soul, you are like a bird...
...whose appropriate behavior...
...is flying and gliding...
...in the open atmosphere;
And not to be like a Yogi or a monk...
In his nest sitting in meditation.
Well purified...
...you may become for me...
...a celestial winged horse...
...to take me beyond myself...
...to make me enter...
...the realms unseen.
My soul, you are a divine lover...
...for whom ambition is right;
Splendid treasures open to me...
...through you.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem