See, the house is empty,
The crow is sitting on the roof.
See, the sun in the sky
Is setting and misunderstood.
See, this world is decaying
And it has no existence.
See, my friends are no more
One by one they left this place.
You are calling my number in my house
And I am going from my house like
The stars of the morning.
I am committing sins here
Knowing fully well, satisfying the ego
And singing the praise to satisfy the wicked .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem