With you in my audience,
How could I refuse to perform?
If you would clap alone,
Sounds of millions echo my ears!
With you as my tower of strength,
How could I not be flourishing?
If alone, you would prop me up;
Countless miles of burning sand I would walk!
And, with you as my inspiration,
Could I not write these throbbing words?
If you alone and you alone could revere me;
Thousand tirades of many an ally, I could shun!
Oh! Without you in my abruptly reduced reverie,
How could I refuse to meet my maker?
If you would, just once if you would utter;
Daggers of many, I could drive in my heart!
... such wonderful poetry from a romantic poetic heart.. The world needs much more of such love..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
surrender to the higher self is the true meditation of life....i think this poem says it all.