Sin
There is no sin in sorrow
I feel it
Sorrow comes creeping
Holding the hands of her going away
I look at the wealth what she posseses
And then envy peers
You may see my smiling face
But I see sorrow's glance
And someone whispers
There is also sin
Sin in your prayer
Sin in love, lust, loss
Then I keep my face to the sun
A feeling of Godhood is manifested
The sun, the light, its warmth...
Gradually from mind the evil goes off
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I would like to translate this poem
Sin in sorrow oh; no there is! Sin in prying, love.... oh; don't add it here please Sin is BIN of mind Sin is bean of activities! //// beautiful poem, enjoyed I