That day I moved from door to door,
But I could not find an honest soul,
Being tired and dejected I sat under a tree to take rest,
Until the birds returned to their nest.
Suddenly I saw a light,
Immediately I became anxious for the sight,
As I went near it,
Thinking to get my search right,
The light said to me in a gruff voice,
'The soul does not reside in this barren land,
You will have to go to that fertile land.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem