You never cease to be
That I feel that I know.
What I feel and what I know
That cannot be expressed.
If anything I am going to express
It is only by my senses and intellect.
And I know which is perceived by
Such senses and intellect are all perishing.
Such things are neither existed in the past
Nor will exist in future or exist at present.
Though You are present, and here is your existence,
It is surprising that You appear non-existent,
And it is in Your light
I appear to be present, though non-existent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem