It is all
The result of our union.
The trees, the plants, the mountains,
The birds, the beasts, the fishes and
The insects.
It is all, all appear and
All disappear.
But we are here
Attached to the modes, my love.
Yet, I know not
Who you are
And who I am.
But we are in the union
In all conditions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem