Insight

Translated by Professor Abdus Selim

In my last sleep I ceaselessly harvested corn-getting the sickle profusely sweaty
In my last sleep I fished fish nonstop-the net was flawlessly snow-white

My life flamed perpetually in my last sleep-those unblushing unbearable nights
I sowed seeds untiringly in my last sleep-the soil was mellow like women

As a mendicant I tirelessly traveled in my last sleep-my heart lured by melodies
I sang songs endlessly in my last sleep-along with sravana tears of Behula

I feel with my feelings countless hours like that I endured constantly
Yet my songs and traveling never made me know in my life-who I cropped for.