I have gone mad through hero worship.

Revering the mere trace of the Guru’s thoughts

has shattered my personal grace.

My mentors are loathsome and reprehensible.

I assumed them to be god

I worshipped them absolutely,

practicing their hurtful teachings

and dirt poor passions.

Leaders go astray.

To acquire fame is the goal of my life.

For it

I have undertaken many shameful tricks,

tolerated self-abuse,

permitted alarming taunts.

I must seek my own way.

my own school.

my own rules.

Listening to my own conscience

I must destroy the Guru’s pride.