I know, poet is
At the state of
Highest perfection.
I know, The poet is
For the establishment
Of righteousness.
It is the poet only
Who knows that the residence
Of a man is in the ocean
Of bliss but man is dying
Without knowing this.
O poet, You are great
As you are trying to enable
The man to know the truth
And the only way to perfection
As you are at the state of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem