This is a translation of the poem
If The Limbs Could See
by
Gajanan Mishra
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Putting you first,
You, please comeAnd join hands,And let usSpeak in one voice.I know,I alone,cannot walkOn the path ofPeace and progress.Please support not violence,Please export not terror,Please perpetrate not hatred,But love, love humanity,And come forwardFor the larger interestOf the society.
Grumble not,
See, thunder isGrumbling in the distance,But no meaning.When you grumble,Falling down isVery near, remember.
Not true to say I am yours
Not out and out I am the truth.
No I cannot judge you,
True, I need to treat youWith respect. Let me sayYou are the best.Let me say each one pure,Nothing nonsense here or there.True, here I am, there I amAt the same time for goodAnd without any doubt.
Full and complete-
Full, though.Knowledge and maturity,Bliss and eternityNegates all impossibility.Ages- not to be counted,But glories be expanded.The truth arrivedThat exist from the beginning.And life transformedBy the perfect eyes.
My hand my fingers
My mind my thoughtsAll busy in truth.Below and aboveAll mine all yours.Left and rightAll mine all yours.Page to page IMove forward toDraw a picture.Picture is mineAnd also yours.I am in you are out.