Translation of a poem by Sri Makarand Dave

Nothing is lost

Nothing is lost:

Brother, as yet you have

Not seen the inner cup

Full and overflowing

All your agony is only due to desires,

The occult divisive forces frighten you,

As yet you've not cleansed the

Glass window of your mind,

The door of perception

Nothing is lost

The earth swings cheerfully in the space,

And you, why feel the burden on your back?

As yet you have not planted the seed;

Of your being in the earth

Nothing is lost

The nature bountifully scatters her all

Even then her basket is never empty

Only that heart gets thwarted which

Has n’t poured love everywhere,

Nothing is lost.

Kain khoyun nathi , Makarand Dave 11-12-58 

Koighatama gaheke gheru: Samagra Kavita, Vol 1 pp 288-289