The famous author is old now,
Sweet and sublime emotions do not come,
He feels very sad
And looks everywhere with vacant eyes.
Suddenly he feels a spark...a powerful spark
In his inner creative soul,
It reminds him about his glorious past,
He wakes up with intense passion
And begins to write with great elan;
After a while he composes a lovely piece,
Which everybody reads and praises effusively.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem