You don't deserve my tears
But I deserve to let myself cry

Oh, Poet! hear the songs of wild casts,
shed all the feathers of civilization,
life is itself marijuana,
love is itself marijuana,
life is  the cup of marijuana
full of up-to-the-brim,
dive deep into the sea of life,
drink every drop of  it with devotion,
devotion is marijuana,
be a devotee faithful,
faith is marijuana,
have deep faith in all mighty,
the nectar of faithfulness,
begets from the core of devotions
of devotees is more and more,
powerful than marijuana,
oh Women be a mother
to be a mother is marijuana,
having a little one in the lap
is not more than marijuana?
life is marijuana,
the matter you smoke
for momentary salvation,
is nothing more than slavery,
make an endeavor to go deep
and deepest into you,
make yourself free within yourself,
the freedom from within,
and liberation from without,
open the treasury of marijuana,
within everflowing, perpetual spring,
Oh, the disappointed fellow from the world,
move to nature,
see with open eyes.
the miracle everywhere,
seeing will dose you with marijuana,
your stress,
your problems,
all are nothing but
your lack of faith in life,
in the life maker,
the marijuana from the plant
is a way of running away,
from your ultimate way,
from your core.
you are a seeker of marijuana,
your true self is marijuana,
but lost outside in search
eating pants in madness
leave with mindfulness,
be enlighted, be meditated.
no problem will remain unsolved.

Am I a seed of grain,
Or am I whim of brain,
Am I materialistic pain,
Or am I for spiritual gain,  
Am I sprout of seed grain,
propagating in the  rain,
Am I  wound of endless pain,
Or I am a leaders capitalists fan,
Am I a ceaseless source of disdain,
Am I traveler forgot his last refrain.

numberless stars,
and limitless space,
many planets and,
moons moving around,
stars light disappearing,
in the darkness,appearing,
and disappearing asteroids,
all make a effort marvelous,
planet unique earth is begotten,
and human being make it rotten.

they don't like bread and butter,
praise and like guns say better,

they praise leaders who advocate,
to have guns and bombs or rocket,

hunger for food is no more they feel,
what attract them more is war smell,

no waterfall, no flowers, no leaves,
no animals, no culture but war scenes,

fascinate them, it is becoming a ruling,
passion for them, pleasure of killing,

they like something bold and drastic,
they feel creatures are doll of plastic,
  
sometimes they justify to religion's sake,
sometimes they justify it nation's sake,  

are they made for destruction by God?
are they Shetan's creation against God?

you are my enemy,
or I am your enemy,
you are my friend,
or I am your friend,

where are you and I?
are you, you, or am I?
if friend, you are in me,
if enemy, you are in me,

you heed " I" to be you,
if not, I exit will not you,
we are not two, you or I,
either we are you or I,

whole universe full of I,  
what is called you is I,
self is always in you,
I am full of self as you.

once again,
black mamba
of nationalism
is hissing
once again,
poison of religion,
injected in veins
of citizen,  

one again,
the free wings,
bird of democracy,
being cut by the,
blades of ,
religion and,
nationalism,

once again,
weapon of fear,
being used,
as fine spear,

once again,
crop of hate,
sown  in,
common fate.

once again
bread and butter,
is not a necessity,

once again
leaders are,
cutting crops,
hate and fear,

one again
players of,
hate and fear,
wining game.