And so today I write to you oh fellow poet!
Yes, I know this will take you by surprise
For I know, you write about host of issues;
From life to death, from heaven to hell,
From wedding to funeral, from good
To evil, from ugly to the beautiful
Just to mention, my friend, but few.
My writing to you is like buying a steak
For a cowboy and a gun for a soldier,
For you can understand and speak
The language of the wise.
And so I am not crippling myself
With the mannacles of rhythms nor rhymes,
Though with sweetness and beauty,
They grace our poems.
Now lend me all your ears, my friend,
And hear all that I wish to tell.
Many a time have you, with dexterity,
Described the ugliest scenes
With perfect skill and beauty,
Many a time, with your powerful words,
Have you melted the hearts of tyrants,
Even the last time in school,
I read, with your poems, you changed
The course of history and ideas.
It is amazing, how you are are adorned.
But I wish to make one request from you,
Be calm and do me but one favour,
When I am left with few seconds
On my death bed, pick your pen
And describe the scene to the world
So that no one will be sad,
Describe it to my children,
So that no one will cry,
Describe it to my family,
So they wont feel the loss,
This I ask of you, oh fellow poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem