You are in sound sleep
Or in the wakeful
Or dreamy state-
I am not asking
About all that.
I just want to know
Where you are in
Straightway deliver
From the ocean of
Death-bound existence.
I am here to protect you,
My dear from fear,
The great fear of death,
As dying at every moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem