Be like the leaf, there’s no wastage,
Even if you age you’ll yet be foliage,
You can also be the leaf of the book
That can be turned over to take a look,
You can be stored in the same book
If you were a small leaf, you can look
More firmer as days pass and you age
To transform into a dry golden foliage;
This would prove the old proverb
“Old is gold”, where ’is’ be the verb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem