The great traveller
Travels extensively from dawn to dusk
In the noisy sphere,
'A sad song'
Teases him throughout,
Being tired and weary,
He falls asleep at night,
Then he listens
'A joyous song'
In the profound silence of night,
Slowly the eminent pilgrim finds his glorious identity
In the deepest silence of midnight,
This gives him absolute peace and tranquility,
Immediately he dreams the sweetest dream.
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I would like to translate this poem
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