As ornament made of gold have nothing but gold
As weapons made of iron have nothing but iron
As pots of clay but nothing but clay
You pervaded on everything here my dear
In earth in air in light in water and in sky
And I am made of these five basic elements
I am nothing but You
You are the only real I know
The only imperishable and so I am real
And I have nothing to be realized but you
There is nothing in this world O my love
But You but You but You but You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a passionate, revealing and insightful work of art. It can be interpreted on several levels of thought. Deep yet simple and leaves a sensual touch. Geeesssshhh... I wish I wrote this. This is some terrific stuff. Congratulations, gajanan.