The great poet writes
At late night,
But the dark soot smiles with guile,
As it knows well about its evil intention.
When the famous poet finishes his poetry,
He sees the black and filthy soot has covered the entire piece,
Being confused, the reputed bard tries to find out the reason of it,
But all his efforts prove futile,
Pain and frustration completely fills his poetic realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem