The sound is infinite and not ephemeral,
You can hear the divinely sound,
But, you can never seeit's face,
You can never see who produces it -And where?
Only the vibrating sound, ! Not the face of the sounder!
So you listen with your heart's ear -
And pass away in the sound,
While listening the sound, don't sleep or wake.
Don't do anything while listening the sound,
Lose yourself completely as lovers lose themselves,
And you will see to your amazement:
You are the sound, you are the sounder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem