How can I say about my virtues?
I have no trumpet-tongue.
Subject matter is something else,
And you are here with own eyes.
Dreams are mine and it is
No way related to me.
Let me dissolve with you dear,
Let me read out the passage of time all clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How can I trumpet my virtues? Of what use? It is for the beholder to understand them and appreciate…. As Shakespeare said, Good deeds outlive our death… and again "Dreams are mine…." Beautiful poem, Gajananji. Thank you for sharing And top score