My victory my loss
How can I tell You
At this stage, O supervisor
All are Yours.
Here I am experiencing my life
With the light of my knowledge
That is Yours.
Here I am hankering and in attachment
And developing intense endeavor
Only for You.
Here I am in dark about your activities
And I am mad with these inertia and illusion
I know what I am but I know not You.
Let me say Nothing is Yours except my fighting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem