The wife's sin is
Coming to the husband,
The king's sin is
Coming to the priest,
And the sin of the priest
Is washed away by the pious river Ganges.
Who ever is committing
Any sin at any time
Effect is coming to me.
And as a human I am
Trying to solve the problem
By washing myself in sunshine.
I am no one else
But a man with love and with truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The real truth which rarely seems to be understood. i liked the thought very much.