What you called death
I called life.
Forget the wording I requested
And go with the practice
That is wrong you know.
Acquiring anything in the midst
Of rain and sun I described
You indulged in idle pursuits.
You yourself is the reflection
Of the eternal natural bliss
And it is delusion beginning and end both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem