vanish never the troubles just by worrying
vanished is confidence fearing the trouble
waste not the time lose not the peace
come whatever face the inevitable
he who smiles when struck by miseries
he who overcomes shadows of duality
he who lifts veils of enticing illusion
affects him never effects of worldly life
arise a need at a time for both rich and poor
vying with each other all serve the rich
a nod of his acceptance elates the people
riches web the magic from both the ends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this concept a real concept i noted for my self