Pay attention to my words
That are there within you.
I am telling about you,
And you are entitled, I know.
How long you are there, and also
I want to know about your livelihood
And you are keeping aside yourself
And that is not the truth.
No right and no wrong,
It is all the same here
With the hearing and
In detachment.
It is your sense of purity,
You may take it as real and unreal as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem