The vision of the poet
Is never mistaken
Poet can only see
The Truth within.
Poet knows this life
Is independent of all
Material elements
Though put therein.
Poet knows no life is
Burnt by fire
Cut by sharp weapons
Moistened by water, dried by air.
The vision of the poet is clear
And above material modes of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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