Where there is no sense of the worldby Akha
English version by Krishnaditya
Where there is no sense of the world,
What can one preach of true and false?
Whose birth, act, form, or name is there?
What boundary, where there is no town?
Akha, where there is no body to begin with,
The indivisible remains, as is.
|-- from Wings of the Soul: Poems of Akha: The Spiritual Poet of India, Translated by Krishnaditya|