Cultivate knowledge,
Knowledge of the supreme truth,
And waste not time in
Unnecessary things.
Though breathing, I am dead,
With the lack of knowledge.
Knowledge of the supreme knowledge
Can only enable me to live.
Let me utilize that are with me
For the purpose of truth realization.
And truth is that we are non-entity.
Truth is that we are being cheated
By the pressure of time and by
The illusion of our life pattern.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem