Not a sin as you think it is,
For it blesses with inexpressible bliss.
No material of this sphere, no sense
Can give joy so immense.
Gifted to this earth by Heaven’s grace
To survive the creatures and this race.
If suppose a sin as you think it to be,
Then the greatest sinner its Maker will be,
For, he left for procreation the only device,
Whether it is a virtue or a vice.
If it is laden on us by His irrevocable will,
How dare you defy, and insist still?
Or did you forget Osho’s Preaching
Who devised it for black soul’s bleaching?
What is the need, O dear, to retire in forest,
If in it does our rescue rest.
Come near, give up all hesitation,
And tread with me on this noble path of salvation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is pure and eternal/ a good poem! !