We the three
Are busy in interplay
Birth-death-time
Past-present-future
Goodness-passion-ignorance
Body-sense-mind.
We the three
Are in our origin
In our end
We are united
We divide ourselves
We the three are true
And also false.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it when those three start talking together, Gaj.