Lifedrifts along
through muddy paths
driven by illusion,
encompassed by time,
destiny, innate nature
and phenomenal existence.
Clear the way from mud
to paths of light
to see the heaven in you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we walk in muddy path, clearing it we can proceed ahead towards God with great hope and dignity. We can get glimpse of light. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.