The great artist felt vacant that night,
It was an unusual sight,
As he was always joyous and energetic,
He proudly thought that his inner soul was stronger than the outer world,
But a violent storm came in that awful night and brutally refuted his conception.
Thereafter the eminent artist clearly found in amazement
The external world was actually more powerful and progressive than his internal mind and soul,
He was totally disillusioned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem