Okay okay I said and he heard,
what he heard that I could not say
And what I said he heard.
He said I was brainless at that time
And I denied but he realized
He was not there with him who was hearing.
Yes he did hoard so many things
and he was attached to pleasure and prosperity.
The real and unreal he differentiated
in a calm and cheerful manner
and we exist together without putting
any question here or there.
Behold he said to himself and
went away on the road that is not liked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem