No change and nothing
No birth no death
No revealed no concealed
And nothing
Keep all these where
And when they are
With air and fire
And that is divine power
That is I and that you are
Doing for what not known
And why should one know
If He is engaged himself
In pastime love with each other
In sportsman spirit
And I must say mystic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem