O my dear poet,
You are the only means
Of getting out of this world
This world is the darkest
Region of ignorance.
O my dear poet,
You are the transcendental eyes
You can take others to the side of light
You are the spiritual master
And the bona fide representative of truth.
Truth is with all in their heart
O my dear poet, it is you
Who can show them this truth
At every moment and it is your grace
By your letters you are showing your face.
As I know face is the index of the heart
And in the heart there is the truth
In the truth you play as a role model
O my dear poet, you are in between
The conditioned life and the life of freedom.
What is freedom you know better
O my dear poet, come come and
Write more and more poems
In connection with that Truth
That is within and outside, above as well as below.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh poet...you are the transendental eyes and so leave a man from darkness to enlightment excellent poem