Look, this is the beautiful place;
Halted here for some time,
Wow; the times brick, a grace
And a sound of a chime.
Waiting him, for my turn to come,
'To sit on the chariot and go..'
Where supposed to go with hum;
All will depart, saying lo! …
Here he comes there he goes,
Life is nothing but a Rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem