Let it be whatever is in the bookby Akha
English version by Krishnaditya
Let it be whatever is in the book;
What's a ravine to one who can swim across?
You just die the death of the self,
Then debt-credit will stay behind.
Akha, the self's warp is gone;
Now with what woof will it get woven?
|-- from Wings of the Soul: Poems of Akha: The Spiritual Poet of India, Translated by Krishnaditya|