The eminent author
Sees a great thing,
He tries to write
A glorious piece about it,
But he doesn't succeed,
It seems strange to him,
After some time,
The famous writer sees
An unimportant thing too,
Then he tries to depict
An excellent piece about it,
This time he succeeds with flying colours,
As brilliant words spontaneously begin to flow in his superior domain
And the great author soon writes the insignificant thing with real ease;
At the end he composes a fabulous piece,
He can't believe it at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem