If perchance you're passing by that wrought-iron gate
And the beautiful blossoming flowers on the graves
Did not entice your busy eyes
Let it look up and read the inscription on the gate:
'No need for peace
Enough already exist here,
No more quest for riches here
This is the richest place.
No need for silence,
It's already deafening in here!
No more seeking for knowledge here,
It has mansions here in abundance.
No need for sleeping pills
They're having enough sleep already
Pending when their maker is ready
To do what He wills'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. V.K.Kanniappan