Shakespeare's bones did not feel his future fame.
He didnt want them disturbed, right?
What counts is the present
It it is last infirmity of noble mind,
It should be a shame on them!
I mean on those same minds, mathlabi.
Look at our Seers and writers of Upanishads:
Names not known, not inscribed anywhere;
For them, life was only in the flesh and bones,
Future was never a concern: and, look now!
Peace of mind is in the now, it is not in future:
Even success: Nirvana, Shunyata, Everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem