Supply food
To the stomach
O my dear
Here we are
To rear.
Pour water
On the root
Of this tree
O my dear
All fruits flowers
Trunks are there
To bear.
Connect yourself
To the Supreme Truth
O my dear and
Touch eternity
And see bright
Your future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not clear still a poem adds to number but brings gloom nourish the mind and find as root is fed with water mind may need to cater.....10