Please come and hold my hand
I have no strength to walk or stand.
I am not poor and I am not in poverty,
Think not so my dear, so long as
I am reciting your name and fame and
I am writing poem.
I am drinking the life-juice given by you,
I have no other wish but I am very much greedy
to keep you and I am hankering after you.
My thinking process, please test,
Is it not bigger than me, my dear?
But my life is so small and short
You cannot rebuke me for any other things
As you I have no attachment in anything except you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pray god, to come though within us.