The EGO
develops the terms with
the body the soul bears;
The EGO
with the gross growth
of limbs and
the fleeting
hues of
the countenance
just cheers;
The EGO
cherishes
I, Me and Mine
eclipses the Consciousness
of the 'SOUL'
that ever shine;
The EGO
encloses one to
fortress of the
carnal cravings
and makes one
pine for having
the servients around;
The EGO
does nothing but
to put one
in servitude bond;
The bonds:
of siblings
of filial terms
ever the transient;
The EGO
fosters firmly
the nescience
leading one to
take the ephemeral
for eternal and
to be blind to
the anguish imminent;
The EGO
with the broodings persistent
over the tenet
'THAT THOU ART' (तत् त्वमसि)
gets extinguished
and one merged
with One transcendent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem