Since I have no home
No need to leave home
This world is not mine
I am told this is my home
Since the world is a
Place of pilgrimage
I am a pilgrim here
I suppose.
Since I am here
You are here, my dear
I have nothing to conceal
I know You are inside
My room and keeping
Everything on record
I am Yours for ever
I am Your inheritor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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