It is not the buried treasure,
But the seeds which break the earth here
And sprout out are superior!
Even if it is a great river which lies as sand
Without the distant river bank is not on the sight,
Only the moving runnels could quench the thirst!
Even if it is volcano that sleeps,
It is possible to warm up for chillness
Only in the burning twigs of wood!
Even though the seeds, runnels and volcanoes
Are inside everybody, the recognition is realized as
These sprout without wilting, flow without stopping
And burn without extinguishing!
As nobody is said to have lost and failed
as long as they are in the battle-field,
It is not the first step you step out for journey,
But only by steadily walking without fatigue,
The distant dream too can come to reality!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It has been a great pleasure to read this poem though the translated version of original Tamil poem. Thank you Dr. Kanniappan for sharing the same.