Your food is other beings;
God is helpless.
Your offerings are His beings
God is without want.
You get what others lose;
God is without merit.
A child by mother anyhow is fed;
God is without anger.
Everything is an illusion;
God is of no exception.
He won’t mind if you don’t pray.
03.08.2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem