A man who would be a wolf
Would have no qualms to bite
But if he encounter thunder
Would be the first to run in fright
Even the highest of masters
Is still fearful of nature’s bearer
And what they poses in power
Is made up twice more in their terrors
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful fact of life expressed in two quatrains so well.