In the hot and humid weather,
The great poet is in complete despair,
He thinks himself meaningless and insignificant,
But this does not last long,
After a while the gentle breeze begins to blow,
The famous poet feels easy and comfortable then
And he gets back his lovely rhythm,
So he starts writing wonderful poetry again,
Then the reputed poet boldly and joyously proclaims,
"I am always meaningful in this glorious sphere."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem