What is red, what is black
Whatever I gain easily, that is red to me
Whatever I don’t, that is black to me
I h’ve come here, that is red
One day I will depart, that will be black
Sometimes on the path of red
Sometimes on the path of black we all stroll.
One and all become perturbed
But, O Lord! I try always to remain tranquil
With the sweet smell of you name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem