The God of death, Yama, with the help of the morning
Arising Sun as the measuring instrument measures
Your lifetime as the grains and eats everyday!
Hence you become the men of mercy by doing suitable virtues!
Those people who had not done the virtues are included
Among the unborn people even though they are said to be born!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes. be a man of mercy, be a man of virtue.. be a man of love..... that is the quintessence of this short life. thank you dear doctor..... tony