When I am writing in my mother tongue,
My body and soul and all the senses are
Going together for ultimate realization
Of the truth that is there on the earth.
The earth smells and I inhale the very
Scent of the air and water in my own sky,
With certain assimilation accumulating
All the charity and brevity of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem