Too much friction
Would produce fire
Even out of sandal-wood.
I know, no duality
No anger,
No ignorance, I know,
No duality.
I cannot be dull
I cannot be finite
O my dear, I cannot be
Subject to illusion.
I am sure, and I know
I am Your part and parcel here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.