The dark devil challenged me with its evil force that
It would surely destroy my pleasant and elegant secondary imagination,
I accepted the challenge confidently,
I was well aware of my greatest strength in this context.
The heinous devil tried its best,
But all its efforts proved futile,
Even in the darkest condition it failed
To ruin my glorious poetic imagination,
As I had already developed the strongest poetic domain in my refined and graceful soul,
Which always foiled the worst devil to triumph,
Finally it completely yielded and left the place in extreme pain and disgust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem