O You, Whose Being is the source of all existence,
we would be destitute without You.
With You I am above all that exists;
without You, who am I? Nothing!
In this twisted and convoluted world,
You are my beginning and my end. I am nothing.
Believe me when I tell You that I am bewildered —
O my existence, without You I am less than nothing.
This illusion of “I” and “you” was only a dream;
anything other than You is only a mirage.
What can I say? You transcend all words;
You are beyond letters, sounds and any poem of mine.
It is best if I keep my lips sealed and not utter a word,
for You are all that exists and I, just an illusion.
