The fragrance of roses,
The taste of sweet fruits,
Whatever you want
Everything is here.
But nothing is yours,
You can enjoy with
All, though.
And you are to go
With pains and pleasures.
Nothing is yours,
And everything is there
With you all around.
You are allowed to followed
Anyone for truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem