Rise and rise and rise, my dear
To rise high and high and high
Is your destiny that has given to you
By your Creator, being the son of the nectar.
I know you are a learned scholar
Death will not come to you and
Will not able to take you and death
Will return back after unsuccessful endeavor.
O my dear men, you are never degraded
Your position is more and more high than the sky
No winter no summer, no wind no rain
Is there to harm you here.
I know you wander here and there
Rising high and high to the Ultimate Truth is your power.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wise write.Loved the lesson you taught here.