Try to know what you are telling,
Try to know what you are doing.
Try to know what for you are here,
Try to know who you are my dear.
The wind is there as before,
The sky is there as before,
The flower is blossoming as before,
The bird is singing as before.
But the river has lost its glory
And the man has forgotten his own story.
The cloud has changed its colors,
And the man wanders and wanders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem