If someone asks me suddenly,
On the way,
But in a low voice,
How is it?
Then I will say,
I am enjoying the freedom,
Like the vastness of the ocean,
And with the grace from the eternity.
My joyful happiness is protected,
By my torned pockets,
Even while standing alone,
I feel I am always amongst the people,
And my treasure is locked and is safe,
In the unlockable trunk.
The tears would always come and go,
But, my inner wetness,
Is never reduced,
The tides are recorded by the banks,
The ocean doesn't care for it,
The Sun will rise and set,
But, the sky above me is secured.
(English version by JIRARA based on the original poem in Gujarati,
http://tahuko.com/?p=5981).
