That I know
is very very simple
My Guru of simple
Love is Flute
I know flute has
Nothing to hide
And has everything
To sing the name
The fame of the lover
O my dear, I am here
Only to see You
Only to hear You
Only to know You
For me, there is
Nothing in this world
Besides You
O my love, this is my love
That is my love
Everything is my love
Love love love
Theory of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds very Whitmanesque, Gaj.