What is that truth
That you are here
And I am searching you
Are you missing
O my dear tell me clear
Your presence I consider
A true knowledge
Without any modification
Without any cause and effect
What is that I know not
And You are giving a picture
That is different
And conclusively seasoned text.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great. i love it friend.