Near the fire I see no dark
Near the fire I feel no cold.
I am Your near and dear
And why should I fear!
When I have passion
And anger and greed
I have no right to
Called myself wise.
Without love and without truth
I have no right to live.
And I am living with renunciation
And I am dying with collection.
And see me here how anxious I am
To touch You my dear, and You are near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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