The self sees itself in
the all-revealing radiance
of the Uncreated Light.
It longs ardently
to put on the character
of reality instead
of the character of illusion.
When once love opens
the inner eye of the soul
to see the truth,
then humble love conquers
the being of the mystic.
(Graphic: abzu2
Convergence of Parallel Worlds)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem