See him,
Everybody has left him,
Still he is fine,
As his beloved pen is always with him,
With it he is spontaneously and joyously writing
Within his own realm,
It's a divine feeling for him.
It is indeed when a poet writes for he enjoys it, and for nothing else. It is a divine feeling, sure, well said
See him, Everybody has left him, Still he is fine, As his beloved pen is always with him, With it he is spontaneously and joyously writing Within his own realm, It's a divine feeling for him......fine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....rest upon your individual shoulders does REST HE MUST ALSO be tired let HIM ALSO REST