Wayfarer loiters on the roads and the fields often in illusion
Turning around by chance he reaches at landmark of unknown
If you go to north or to west you will get either north or west
You will get either south or east if you go to south or to east
You will get nothing if you go no where
If you sit idle at home way will remain unfair
River flows fast to outlet due to desire of affection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem