The enlightened man asked me,
'Who are you? '
I answered,
'I am a human being, '
Then the man asked me,
'Is this your only identity? '
I confidently answered,
'Of course, '
After a while,
The enlightened soul asked me,
'Are you happy with this identity? '
I boldly said,
'Yes, I am the happiest with it, '
Immediately the man said to me,
'You are great indeed.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have at least two identities, what we think we ate and how we identify with others.