Analysis of I

I behold flowers
and enjoy the beauty
'I love you'
I say passionately.

When i ask my conscience
an inner voice answers me
"Neither the beauty nor love,
neither the emerald nor ruby

You are possessor of nothing else
not even the rhythms of your poem,
every devine skills and worldly objects
is the manifestation of him.

He is the creator and destroyer.
He is the science, invention.
He is the sin, sinner.
Everything is his manifestation."

I was puzzled and asked,
"So who am I !"
He replied, "You are also manifestation,
enjoying every manifested object
with your own eye.

One day will come,
Wind will moan,
Sun will not rise,
Moon will not smile,
curtain of this play will be down.

One day will come
when the limit of I and he
will destroy in course of time.
'I'will down to kiss ground,
'He' will make another stage"