That night
The great poet dreamt a horrible dream,
He saw in his dreadful vision
All the good things of the world
Had been replaced by evil and ugly things,
He became very anxious for this,
Suddenly he woke up in cold perspiration
And found a black insect in front of him,
The eminent bard screamed in extreme pain and agony,
As he knew the worst meaning of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem