It is sheer foolishness
To regards these belongings
As my own.
I know love is surrendering
I know love is not having anything
I know love has no sense of mineness.
I know my body my senses and my mind
The things and persons with me
All are yours.
I have nothing to do here I know
I am a mere slave here
And You only You are my Master.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem