Under a blazing sun near the shade of a tree
we both stood there talking of reality.
It didn't seem likely that we would ever stop
as the discussion held was over the top.
The topics we touched on were so often ignored
by all those who did not pretend to be bored.
First were the shackles of attachment and desire
that accounted always for much of hell's fire.
Next were the feelings of jealousy, pride and lust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem