'I tell you there is GOD, where is your god, there is none'-now it is eternity that these two have been bickering, under the scorching sun, in the dust of the market place overwhelming the boisterous traders and the dissonance of the crowd.' senseless to deny something which is not'-thought GURU and coming up to the denier smiled at him reaching out to him his empty
hand in low voice said-'TAKE THE FLOWER'wildly staring at the empty hand the man
hoarsely cried out 'there is none! 'The ONE is beautiful, take the flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem