On receiving,
On receiving Your tacit approval,
O my dear, I am writing the poems
And ever busy in maintaining
Love in Truthful ways.
It is, yes it is, it is
You my dear, who is within me
And also who is outside me
And You are beyond the range of
My conception and my imagination.
I am the spectacle
You are the spectator
I am the creation
You are the creator, my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem