When the sun rises
It tells a tale
A tale we can feel but can't behold
When the rain descends from on high
It tells a tale of a new season
A season for the field
Lo! When your one breaks your heart
It tells a tale of pain
That may be difficult to erased
When the shadow of your beloved
you can't behold anymore
Its a pain greater than hunt
Then, you can neither cry nor weep
Behold The greatest of all tragic!
To lead a life out of His presence
Living without a dream
Then, you are just a living corpse
like the chaff which the wind blows away
Lost in the dept. Of the ocean
Life then, is nothing but an event
Is life not more than this?
Look at the born Kings and gi ants
living like grasshoppers........
Lead a dream.. And your life will never disappear from greatness
CHAMPION
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I would like to translate this poem