Do I know selfishness,
It is something which can never be modified,
yet, poorly intensified...
Do I know hatred?
And if I do, that would be
provoked only by the intensity of my love.
Fortunate I am to learn;
wisely enough; that...
I am still learning..
Note that all Good emotions flourish,
When the worse is gone,
When expectations arrest their moan!
and all hearty care is given for free
I am standing by the riverside of Stratford,
Inspired with this beauty;
that would nourish some of my eager thoughts
My pen and I, know not the source of these words
but we are never tarnished by their sounds...
As well as their future effect in some hearts' brains!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem