Fame feeds the ego
and when the ego is fed
it makes the soul that you are
feel like it's dead.
All fame and glory
come with a price.
It seems warm for a while
but then turns to ice.
How not to succumb
is life's biggest test.
For the ego is strong
and never takes a rest
Starve the ego.
Let its cravings leave
and the soul will awaken.
It will never deceive
nor ever need to be fed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem