Nasrudin looks in the magic mirror that allows him to peep into the future and he sees many marvelous poems in cyberspace.
So Nasrudin calls his donkey and he says to the donkey:
See, donkey – there are so many marvelous poems in cyberspace. They are beautiful poems.
But Nasrudin’s donkey says:
Ah what’s the use? As far as I’m concerned the only good poem is the one printed on paper.
And why is that? asks Nasrudin.
Because at least when I’m desperately hungry I can eat paper – but I can’t eat cyberspace can I? replies the donkey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem