Has it changed its course?
Yes, it has,
There is no denying that poetry has changed its traditional course;
The air of the earth is polluted this day,
Nature has lost its serene beauty and fragrance of the previous day
And the seasons have lost their dignified class and identity,
It's a state of topsy~turvy.
The young man laments when he thinks about the wonderful past,
Don't be upset, my friend,
Poetry may change its course to cope with the harsh time,
But it is never coarse at the end;
To tell the truth it is always glorious and vibrant,
The poets continuously delve into the depth of the world
And write the glory and truth of it.
The air is fresh and pure in the poets' realm,
Different seasons act on perfect rhythm and tune in their superior senses,
The world of poetry is certainly true and graceful,
Whatever the situation,
The message of it is perpetually genuine and right,
The poets are always alert and sonorous to preserve the rich treasure of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem