Filthy clay accompanied me,
I tried my best to come out of it,
But all my efforts proved futile,
I was in dire straits then.
But that night I dreamt a pleasant dream,
I felt a golden touch of a great angel
In my refined poetic mind,
Next morning I woke up
And found myself anew...a beautiful soul.
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I would like to translate this poem
WHAT SOLE U FOUND MAN