The mystic and the child
Had a mysterious rendezvous
Once upon a starry night
Holding hands all night through
Said the child to her elder
'Kind sire, tell me please of this duress
Why do disappointments occur
Even at the threshold of success
Should we blame it on destiny
Or should we dwell it on imperfection? '
Pointing heavenward towards the canopy
Replied the humble person
'Do you not see those stars smiling, my child
Glittering diamonds high up asunder
And occasionally by the clouds overcast they hide
Then, they shimmer yet one shade brighter
For if not for those clouds, man would fail to perceive
The significance of their own existence
As absence of blessings makes the heart retrieve
Glad tidings with more persistence
And patience had cured many a heart in pain.'
Just then, a tear drop flew from the little one's eyes
And as they both watched, it fell as rain
From the seemingly distant cloudless skies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem